Kapitel 739: JUST BARELY
I'll never forget that Friday evening in late October. It was a week after my eighteenth birthday. It started off with a hellishly long day at school. By the time the last seconds ticked down at the end of an excruciating 7th period I couldn't wait for the 5-hour long drive ahead of us. Mom was the first in line in the parking lot, ready to aid in my escape from what had been a nightmare week. That week from hell had seen me lose my girlfriend of over a year, fail a Calculus test, and then bottom out with a trip to the office over a minor scuffle with my favorite bully since 5th grade, Edward Sasso. Needless to say when my bombshell mother put her Mercedes Benz in gear and said "Buckle Up Hun," a wave of relief washed over me.
The trip was originally going to be a full family weekend outing (a rare occurrence to begin with.) However, as often happens, life interfered. Dad was called into work ("big shocker there") and my younger sister Allison's cheer team made last-minute plans to attend an out-of-town competition. So, that left me sitting in the squeaky leather shotgun position with Mom on our way to my Aunt Ginger's house. Aunt Ginger had recently moved outside of a small rural town in northeast Texas and this was our maiden voyage to visit her new country home. Under normal circumstances, the trip would've had all the appeal of watching paint dry, but after the last few days, I was ready for some serenity.
I kicked the seat back a bit, turned on the radio, and prepared for a long drive through the east Texas countryside.
"So, you survived this week huh baby?" Mom asked in a consoling tone.
"Barely Mom, what a shitty week" I replied.
"Nathan!" Mom exclaimed in mock shock at my minor expletive. She dawned a huge beautiful grin as she glanced over and winked at me.
"I just can't understand why all this stuff happened all at once" I proclaimed.
Mom's smile faded as she refocused her attention on the road. "Well that's the way it usually goes hun. When you're Dad and I first met we had times like that. I remember when... "
I turned to look out the window as Mom launched into a chatty narrative of minor tragedies past. I watched as the city crept by, trapped in Friday afternoon traffic. A few 'uh-huhs' and a few obligatory 'that's crazy' responses later, I glanced at the clock in the dash. 30 minutes had gone by and we were just getting out of the city. Mom's story finally concluded and a silence fell over the cabin. I reached forward and turned up the radio. I wasn't really paying attention to it either until an announcer loudly declared a weather alert. It turns out our plans had also not included a "Blue Northern" coming through. Yet that's exactly what was in store. As we were heading north, we were going to hit it head on. I instantly perked up and immediately rolled down the window. I love the smell of Fall, but I especially love it right before a storm. As the wind blasted my hair back, the cooler-than-normal air filled my nostrils with that fantastic smell of leaves and electricity.
As we progressed another hour into the countryside, the trees towered above both sides of the two-lane highway. The sun was starting to set and the air outside was still. As we topped a hill, the landscape opened up below us, revealing rolling green hills for miles ahead. Above that was a monstrous thunderhead. The sun reflecting off of the front of the cloud bloom was magnificent, almost blinding. As my eyes adjusted and shifted towards the horizon, I could see we were in for one helluva ride. Below the thunderhead was an ominous, almost black dry line. Lightning lit up the scene, forking out below the thunderhead.
"Oh wow" Mom exclaimed, "That looks a bit scary huh?"
"I'm sure we'll be fine" I flatly responded. I didn't want to even hint at the possibility that I might be the slightest bit concerned myself.
It didn't take long before we were enveloped in heavy rain, thrashing winds, and explosive lightning. The rain was coming down so hard, that we could barely see 10 feet in front of the car. Mom slowed down and proceeded cautiously as the storm raged outside. As the sheets of rain ebbed briefly, I could just make out the shape of the car in front of us and it wasn't a car. It was a logging truck with a full load of freshly cut lumber. As it rode out the onslaught of wind blasts, swerving side to side, the red cloth hanging from the longest tree trunk was flapping sideways in the gail.
"Mom don't get too close to that truck!" I snapped.
"It's okay honey, I'm far enough back to..." Mom tried to finish. As she uttered the words a blast of wind so strong that it nearly took us off the road, smashed into the truck ahead. The truck swerved sharply to the shoulder. Mom slammed on the brakes. I could feel the stuttering of the anti-lock brakes as the car's rear end suddenly lost traction.
"SHIT!!" Mom gasped.
My white knuckled hand hanging on to the "oh shit handle" above the door, I instantly stretched my arm across my Mom's chest in a futile attempt to stop the car with my sheer will. Mom's arm instinctively reciprocated and smashed into my chest as we both lunged forward from the sudden change in momentum. The truck lurched back in the opposite direction crossing over the center lane, over-compensating for the blast of wind. Everything slowed down. I could see my Moms hair flying wildly towards the steering wheel, individual rain drops smashing against the windshield, and last, but not least, the chain on the rigging of the truck ahead breaking free.
"Mooooomm!!" I screamed, realizing that we were very likely going to be smashed flat by a flying tree trunk. One after the other, the logs slide off of the trailer and onto the road in front of us, bouncing like beach balls. Mom snapped into action, braking, swerving, sliding and dodging the first tree. Then she cut the wheel back to the left dodging the second, then a third. At some point I wondered if I had accidentally jumped in the car with Danica Patrick. Moms eyes stared wide and fierce as she navigated the gauntlet of death logs as they bounced around us. I heard a large clunk as we ran over limbs and other broken tree parts that were splintering off of the logs. After several miracle maneuvers, the car finally skidded to a halt on the should of the road. Somehow we had avoided death and had passed the jack-knifed big rig a few hundred yards.
For well over a minute all there was, was the sound of the rain pounding on the roof of our car. I slowly looked over at my Mom, shaking and sweating, to see her meet my gaze of amazement. Right then I saw it, a glimmer of something I had never seen in her eyes. She was a brunette beauty sure... My friends were constantly making lame passes at her sure.. But it wasn't until that moment that I realized that she was gorgeous. Her hazel eyes, her long brown locks of hair, her amazing bosom, and firm ass had somehow escaped me until now. How was that possible? I dismissed the thought as a side-effect of the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Are you okay Nathan?" she managed to ask.
"I.. uh.. yeeeeah" I stammered. "MOM! YOU'RE A TOTAL BADASS!! YOU SAVED OUR LIVES!!" I burst out, suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of what had just happened.
Mom's look of shock slowly faded away and was replaced with a well deserved prideful smile. "I guess I AM a bit of a BADASS" she laughed as she looked down. There a top her massive mams was my hand, tightly clutching her left nipple through the thin blouse. It slowly dawned on me what she was looking at and I snapped my arm back to my side. She looked me dead in the eyes... Then we both simultaneously burst into erratic laughter. Tears were streaming as we doubled over, gasping for air. I hadn't laughed like that in a very long time and as I did, all of the angst, anger, humiliation, and disappointment of the past week evaporated. Even though we had barely escaped death, I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of my shoulders.
Our jubilee was cut short as a bright beam of light shone through Mom's driver-side window. Mom shrieked with surprise, her hands clutching her chest in shock. As I looked past her window I could see the flashing lights of a police car on the opposite side of the highway. Mom rolled down her window and rain immediately began splashing into the car. It was accompanied by a blast of icy air.
"ARE YOU OKAY MAAM?" the officer shouted over the roar of the ongoing storm.
"Yes Sir! I think so, just barely!" she exclaimed.
"I'm glad you weren't behind the big rig here, it would have been a bad scene for sure" the cop proclaimed. Mom stalled as if she might recall our near miss, but she must have thought better of it as the freezing rain ricocheted off of the window sill into her face. She winced back blinking rapidly as it splashed on her face and cleavage.
"Is the driver okay?" she sputtered.
"Yeah he's just fine Maam, just a few scratches. Ya'll go slow and take care okay?" the officer retorted.
"Thank You!" my mom said as the window slid upward.
She looked back at me in amazement, still stunned by the whole thing. The water had lightly soaked her white blouse revealing her large round brown areolas. I found myself staring uncontrollably at her voluptuous breasts. I had seen her naked a few times as a young boy, as most boys do, but not in this context. I felt my face go hot. She looked back at me and then down to her massive boobs. She laughed again, this time with just a hint of nervousness.
"Hey now! I obviously didn't dress for the occasion, but that doesn't mean this is a white T-shirt contest! Eyes up buster." she laughed as I snapped my eyes back to hers.
"Uhhh.. Sorry Mom.. I just..." I fumbled. To my relief the vanity light faded out as mom put the car in gear.
"That's fine honey, you're a red-blooded American boy, its natural."
Her quivering hands grasped the steering wheel and stick shift, putting the car back into motion.
"What a miracle that was son" she proclaimed as we ventured forward into the night. We stared silently ahead, the radio quietly fading in and out of static. The rain died down and soon the clouds rolled behind us, revealing a star-filled sky. Texas weather is always something to behold.
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We had been driving for about an hour since the near miss when an unmistakable vibration began to gradually pass through the body of the car. I glanced over at the dashboard only to see the yellow engine light blinking brightly. Over the next few minutes, the vibration worsened and Mom slowed down. All of the sudden there was a loud snap and the car jerked to the right violently, skidding onto the shoulder once again. Mom braked hard bringing the car to an abrupt stop.
"What Now!?" she exclaimed.
"I'll check it out Mom, hang tight."
I opened the door and hit a wall of cold. I gasped in surprise as the bitterly cold air shocked my throat and lungs.
"SHIT its cold!"
The temperature must have dropped 30 degrees or more in the last hour. I grabbed my shoulders and stepped out of the car. As I stepped around the door of the car, my foot struck something heavy and firm and I almost fell to the ground. My knee stopped short as it landed on what turned out to be the wheel of our car. It had simply sheered off of the axel and laid on the side of the road like a carcass. I used my phone's light to survey the damage. Apparently the small parts of tree we had struck earlier had done more damage than we knew. The right-front axel of the car rested on the gravel of the highway, broken clean off before the brake assembly. After a thorough analysis, I stumbled my way back to the warmth of the cab.
"Well Mom, my bad luck has trumped even your bad-ass skills... We won't be going anywhere for awhile in this car." As I explained the situation, Mom was frantically thumbing through the menus on her phone. Finally she raised it to her head, anticipating a ring.. or something... Alas it was not to be and she soon pulled the phone away from her face and surveyed the screen.
"No bars... Shit Nathan what are we going to do?" she asked in a panic. Somehow she had pulled off moves that the bravest of race car drivers wouldn't have dared, but now, on the side of the road, she was vulnerable and defenseless.
As I looked around outside, I had to admit to myself there was a good reason to panic. We were in the middle of nowhere.. No. We were in the middle of the kind of nowhere, where nobody would ever be able to find us. Add in the plummeting temperatures and the inability to call for help and the sense of panic started to make its way into a lump in my throat as well. But I had to hold it together. It was time for me to step up and be the man.
I tried my phone as well, but no luck. They probably didn't even know what smart phones were in this place. I decided action was the only course I could take.
"Pop the trunk Mom," I said as I stepped back into the frigid night air. As I rounded the back of the car, the red brake lights illuminated my frosty breath. I opened the trunk and lifted up the floor panel, revealing the spare. Obviously that would do us no good, but to the right of the wheel in a small cubby, I found what I was hoping for. I grabbed the small plastic bag that Dad had so thoughtfully placed. My Dad was a bit absentee, but he was a good guy, and well prepared. This time it just might save lives. I silently thanked him.
Back in the cab I unraveled a single emergency blanket, 3 cans of sterno, and a rolled up rain coat.
Mom eyeballed my find suspiciously.
"Well what do you suggest we do with that?" she asked.
"Well" I said as I glanced over at the fuel meter "We have about an eighth of a tank left to last us the rest of the night. I don't think it will get us through the entire..."
Mom cut me off.
"WE CAN'T STAY HERE!!" she shrieked. "WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!"
I tried to stay calm, keeping my voice slow and smooth. Mom had been through a lot already and apparently it was wearing on her.
"Mom it'll be FINE! You'll climb in the back seat and get some sleep. I'll keep an eye out for a car to come by and get help when they do." If we hadn't turned off of the main highway onto this small spur into nowhere, I might have actually believed what I was telling her. But the truth was that we were not going to see anyone until the next day. I reached to the bottom of the bag and pulled out the last item, a road flare.
I stepped out of the car again and as hard as it was to believe, it had gotten colder in the past few minutes, noticeably colder. I squeezed the head of the flare and pulled hard. The road flare roared to life. I tossed it behind the car and jumped back in the front-seat. Mom looked stunned... and stunning at the same time.
As I sat down, she reached into the back seat, fumbling through her bag. Soon thereafter she produced a mammoth bottle of rum. She smiled at me as if to say 'you know if I'm stuck here, I'm going to make the best of it.'
She began swigging away as we talked about the events of the evening. After about 20 minutes she handed the bottle to me.
"It's not like you're going to be driving tonight" she laughed.
I took a swig (not my first mind you) and instantly regretted it. It was a strange sweet, but it lit me on fire inside. I gagged and nearly coughed it up.
"A little much for me Mom..." I choked.
-
As the night drew on, we talked about my ex-girlfriend, the break-up and the scuffle at school. I wasn't going to bring up the failed test as grades are serious business... The longer we talked, the more we laughed, the more she drank. It was actually the best time I had had in awhile regardless of the ever so slowly dipping fuel gauge. We laughed it up for what seemed like an eternity, joking about the events of this incredibly horrible week and where it had landed us. Outside snow flurries were starting to fall and collect on the car.
After awhile Mom got kind of quiet and we ran out of subject matter. It was obvious she was pretty buzzed.
"So, what do you say? Take a nap? You look tired Mom." I consoled.
"THANKS!" she retorted sharply. "I guess I could lay down for a few minutes." Her eyelids hung low and her face sunk a little.
"Did you bring warm clothes for us Mom?"
The delay in her response was all the answer I needed.
"No honey, it was WARM when we left" she explained in a bubbly, drowsy voice.
"It's okay Mom, just hop in back and get comfortable." I eyeballed the fuel gauge, the gas light was on, accompanying the orange engine light. Yet, the motor hummed along pushing warm air through the vents.
The cabin lights timed out as I adjusted the heat. Mom wiggled her way up in her seat, attempting to climb into the back seat over the console. Oddly she tried to go feet first, I assume to avoid waving her bra-less breasts in my face, opting for the rear end instead. This wasn't an easy maneuver for a kid, much less an adult. As she swung her leg over, her skirt hiked up revealing her bare ass cheeks and tiny bikini panties. Her full round ass was centimeters from my face and I caught the slightest whiff of her pussy. It stirred something in me that I wasn't expecting.
Then she lost her balance trying to squeeze her way between the seats and fell back onto my face. My nose was buried in her ass and my mouth was firmly pressed against her mound. She gasped and shrieked at the same time, struggling to right herself. I was frozen in bliss as I inhaled deeply the scent of her womanhood. Even though I had been with two girls before, I had never smelled anything quite like it. It had a sweet musky tinge to it that made the hair on my arms stand up. As she struggled I finally put my hands on her ass cheeks and pressed forward. I guess our timing was off and she lurched forward landing face down in the back seat, legs and ass straddling the console in the front seat. Her pussy barely hovered over the stick shift. I laughed out loud at her and she playfully joined me in a chuckle at her precarious position.
As she pushed herself up with a grunt, her pussy came down hard on the vibrating stick shift. She gasped as she made contact.. Her torso was firmly wedged between the front seats. She tried to push up, but only impaled herself on the stick shift more. She made an inconceivably small moan as the handle slid around the side of her panties. She paused there for a moment panting from the exertion of the endeavor. Instead of climbing to the back, she pushed back further on the stick shift and looked at me over her shoulder...
"I think I'm stuck" she pouted.
I was speechless. Here was this beautiful, full-figured woman mounting a very phallic shifter right before me. She just stared at me as if she had given up on the idea of making it into the back seat.
"Do you need help?" I asked.
"I thhhink we know where your help got us" she jokingly snickered.
"Hey! You lost your balance!" I defensively fired back.
She didn't respond, she just kept looking back at me over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering in the light from the dash panel. Then she rocked her hips back a bit more on the stick shift and drew in a sharp breathe as it sunk further between her smooth legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing.
"This feels kind a good Nathan, does it bbotther you?" she slurred slightly
My mind was racing, my somewhat drunk mother was getting off inches away from me...
"Mmmm No Mom, do whatever makes you feel good" I replied feigning calm.
She shifted off of the stick a little and then back down a bit more than before, this time emitting an audible moan. She continued to move her hips around, as if trying to get comfortable. As she continued, a rhythm emerged. I stared on in amazement. Her breathing became heavier as she rocked back and forth. It was too dark to tell if she was actually penetrated, but her movements were small, shallow and rhythmic.
"Have you ever seen a girl get off Nathan?" she asked in a lower register, her voice had a saucy, almost raspy element to it now.
I wasn't honestly sure. I had fooled around with girls before and there had been a lot of heavy petting, but nothing like this.
"I don't think so Mom" I replied sheepishly.
"Mmmmmmm, I think you might get to tonight" she said in a sexy tone.
"Mom, is this okay?" I asked. I was really nervous and yet intrigued. Here was the woman I had gone to for cuts, bruises, nightmares and comfort after a bad day since I could remember and now I was seeing her in a whole new light.
"Do you think its okay?" she asked as she reached back. She pulled up her skirt and then grabbed her panties from the crack of her ass, pulling them around to the side. "I mean it seems pretty good to me" she moaned. She was obviously more drunk that I had previously assessed. This wasn't the Mom I knew, but I wasn't ready to pass judgment just yet either. My cock was steadily getting more stiff in my pants and that was totally fucking with my mind.
Then she moved her hips down slowly but forcefully onto the stick shift.
"OH MY God Nathan!" she gasped as she impaled herself on the car.
The vibration of the shifter from the idling of the car must have been pretty powerful as she seemed to lose herself in the rocking motion at that point. She was panting and cooing as she thrust her hips up and down.
"ugh.. ugh... ugh... How does Mommy look Nathan? ugh.. ugh..." she chanted as if in a trance.
"Mommy looks fucking amazing" I whispered, myself entranced in the visage before me.
As she continued her pace quickened steadily. She pushed her torso up from between the seats and sat down harder on the shaft. Each thrust landed hard on the console and her ass cheeks jiggled from each impact. It was obvious she had completely taken the shifter on in its entirety. As she she continued to sit up more vertically, I could see her tits bouncing around wildly. If there was any previous belief that she was wearing a bra, it was completely gone now.
Sensing that I had noticed, she cupped her hands under each breast and pushed up, looking me straight in the eye.
"Do you like watching Mommy fuck her car baby?" she cooed in between grunts.
I automatically responded "Oh yeah Mom, you're so fuckin hot." My cock was like granite at this point. It was aching from pushing so hard against my pants.
She responded to my comment by pulling at the flexible neck of her blouse, stretching it down underneath her bouncing mounds. Her nipples were huge and hard as a rock. They must have been close to an inch long each. I stared in amazement.
"ugghhh... uughhhh... ughhh... You remember these baby? ughh.. " she panted as she flicked her erect nipples, her rhythm building. The windows in the car were completely fogged up now, removing any inhibition I had about being seen, as remote a chance as that was anyways.
"Oh yeah Mommy, I used to suck on them" I lied.. I had no recollection of any such thing, but the thought of it now was more than enough to deserve a little white lie.
"Oh yeah baby? uggghhh... ugghhh... You wanna suck on them now?" her voice was low and quivering, her teeth clinched as she spoke, as if something deep and dark were emerging from within her.
"Oh yes Mommy" I had no more control to offer over this situation, I let go...
With that she turned her shoulders, bringing the most lovely pair of tits to bear on my face. The left breast slapped my nose a few times as the now audible flapping of her ass on the console filled the cabin. I opened my mouth and tilted my head back, letting the double D tit fall in. I closed my lips over her areola and sucked in lightly. She gasped loudly.
"Ooohhh baby, suckle it like you did when you were little." My pants were tented to the maximum, a large wet spot of precum soaked my leg.
I proceeded to follow instruction and sucked back and forth as if drinking a load of milk from her beautiful breast. With each suck she moaned with delight, cupping her hand onto the back of my head.
Her rhythm was now pumping at an incredible rate. I wondered if she was going to hurt herself, or maybe even the car in the process. She was bucking wildly up and down, dropping her ass down onto the console with her full weight each time. Her panting and moaning was loud now and filled the car with the unbridled sounds of her pleasure. Her ass was jiggling in the neon blue light coming from the stereo and her free breast flopping in a semi-circular pattern while I did my best to drink from the other.
I on the other hand was dying.. My cock was so engorged at this point, I thought I was going to pop. Yet I continued to suck her teat back and forth in my mouth, running the tip of my tongue over the end of her hard nipple in a circular pattern.
As she bounced the fwapp sound developed a splashing sound and as I glanced down at her ass, I could see a growing puddle forming at the base of the shaft. Each time she plopped, she screamed and splashed into the puddle.
"OH GOD NATHAN, MOMMY'S GOING GO CUM!!" she screamed.
I moved my hand down her back and grabbed her ass. When I did this she bucked forward, spreading her ass cheeks just so. My fingers slipped down into the crack of her ass and lighted on her puckering asshole. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
With a loud grunt and scream her body tensed up, her stomach muscles clenching, doubling her forward. The look on her face a cross between ecstasy and intense pain. Her ass quivering in a series convulsions. The puddle at the base of the shaft exploded forward onto the seats, the console, her legs, and the back seat.
"Oh baby... Oh baby.. " she repeated as her climax subsided. Her eyes were clinched shut, her mouth agape as her head rocked back. Finally her body relaxed and she inhaled, returning to panting after what seemed like an eternal spasm.
My mouth was still latched on to her tit, my lap a puddle of precum. My cock aching and throbbing. I pulled away, drool running out of my mouth down her breast. She looked down at me with half-coin eyes, her hair a mess.
"I'm sleepy" she said in a daze.
She slid forward off of the stick shift, climbing over the front seats into the back seat. She shed her blouse, her skirt and her panties, laying fully nude in the back seat.
"It's Hot" she mumbled.
I was stunned, was she so drunk that she was just going to pass out? Was she going to leave me like this? I needed relief in the worst way.
"Are you okay?" I asked with a little more than desperation in my voice.
No response. She was out...
Then then there was a stuttering sound from the car as the last drop of fuel was burned. Then silence...
The engine had stopped, but the blue light from the dash panel still bathed the interior, at least for now. I sat in shock in the passenger seat of my mom's Mercedes, playing back the past few hours in my head. The subtle snoring in the back of the car was strangely soothing, but belied the gravity of the situation. It had only been a few minutes since the car ran out of gas and already the temperature inside the car had plummeted at least 10 degrees. As the image of the stick shift plunging in and out of my mother replayed in my head, I realized that I was on the verge of shivering. I always hated the involuntary clenching of muscles right before the shaking started, so I began to unwrap the metallic emergency blanket. Comfort was not a consideration when they made this vinyl sheet. It folded out in stiff squares making quite a bit of noise in the process and while it covered my legs, it was a far cry from anything that could be considered a blanket.
A few minutes passed and the "blanket" did its job just fine. Warmth was slowly building back up in my legs and my muscles were starting to relax. While this was all well and good, I had a problem awaiting my attention in the back seat. I glanced back to see how mom was doing. Mom was 5'6" with a very curvy figure, so she fit quite nicely in back seat in a semi-fetal position. As she breathed the newly arisen moon silhouetted her voluptuous hips and left breast through the back window. As my eyes caressed her lovely curves, my briefly forgotten hard-on raged back to life.
How could she have just climbed in the back after a show like that and left me here alone? On top of feeling abandoned, I was really starting to worry. The flare I had deployed had long since gone out, and there hadn't been a single vehicle on this road since we broke down, just vast imposing silence. I began worrying about how we were going to make it through to the morning with the temperature dropping like it was.
As my eyes moved up and down my mothers beautiful naked body, I couldn't help notice the steam coming off of her breath as she exhaled. She must have been freezing. I knew I had to get her warm and there was only one logical way to do it. I awkwardly climbed between the front seats into the back, "blanket" in tow. I was able plop down, sitting behind mom's legs, my legs stretched perpendicularly over hers. I quickly pulled the blanket over her shoulder, instantly regretting losing my view of her perky nipples. Nonetheless, it was what had to be done. Unfortunately, covering her with the blanket left much of my body exposed and within a few short minutes, I was right back to the verge of shivering.
It didn't take long before I decided that we were going to need to spoon if we were going to survive. So I pulled the blanket up a bit and laid down to the right, pushing her forward on the seat. Fortunately, my mom didn't pack lightly and her two huge duffels on the floorboard acted as extensions of the seat itself. As I pushed her forward, she stirred and adjusted herself, helping me slide onto the seat behind her. A few minutes of adjustments later, and we were snug and warm.
So with one problem solved, another arose. Moreover it had never really gone away in the first place. I hugged my mother tight, rubbing her shoulder and arm to relieve her goosebumps. As I did, my fingers danced across the side of her double d breast. Immediately I had again tented my pants to the point of discomfort. As my mind began its reasoning process, I came up with at least 10 good reasons I needed to remove my clothes. They ranged from "better heat distribution" to not wanting to damage my member with all of that stress. It wasn't long before I had unzipped and pushed my trousers down to my ankles. Along with a few blasts of cold air from outside the blanket during my struggle to disrobe, my dick experienced the warmth of her ass as it pressed into my crotch. I stopped at first, not sure if she was aware of our new position and the potential for things to get heated. The steady rise and fall of her breathing only made it easy for my dick to slide between her ass cheeks. The sensation was simply amazing. Her soft skin made my cock harder than a balanced budget. The tip of my penis was gradually slipping between her legs, but I couldn't be sure quite where it was aiming. Soon my dick pressed against the button of her asshole and she tensed (slightly squeezing the very end of my tip.) She suddenly came to life, looking over her shoulder, squinting. I involuntarily spasmed from the intensity of the sensation and bucked up, shoving my dick harder against her ass. She gasped and tensed more.
"Nathan!?" she exclaimed as her mind raced to grasp where she was and why. After a few seconds of staring at me over her shoulder, her gaze (and her ass) relaxed and she spoke as she laid her head back down. "I guess I dozed off there for a minute sweety." She was obviously still quite drunk, but seemingly a little less than before.
"That's okay Mom, it got cold so... " I trailed off as she pushed her ass back against my cock. It was my turn to gasp as her ass opened up allowing my cock head to slip in a bit more. It felt soft, warm and wet.
"Oh baby, that feels so good for mommy" she purred, eyes closed. Her hips rotated forward slightly and then more strongly back towards my crotch, sinking my dick slightly deeper. I could feel something blocking my progress in. At first it was a hard surface with an almost grainy texture. After several strokes though I felt something on that surface open up, like a seal giving way. The next few seconds were pure mindless bliss as my cock head pushed forward through her sphincter. She screamed out in pleasure and pain and I must have yelled out as well as I could hear my voice from far away.
"OH GOD MOM!"
"Oh SHIT Baby" she retorted. As we panted in unison she turned her face back to mine. "Baby slide that dick in mommy's ass" as she spoke her hips continued to undulate, my dick sinking deeper and deeper with each stroke.
I was everywhere and nowhere at once, lost in a sea of euphoric pleasure. I had never felt so warm and complete as I did at this moment. Then again, time had somehow dissolved and as I humped her ass (plunging my engorged cock deeper and deeper,) I could only feel the amazing sum our heat tingling through my entire body. My hips involuntarily jerked forward again, bottoming out deep in her ass. She yelped loudly.
"I'm sorry Mom! Did I hurt you?"
"No baby, that feels amazing" she panted. She then lifted her leg, moving my hand down to her crotch. My fingers explored the quaint tuft of hair atop her mound before reaching down to her sopping wet pussy. As my hand (lathered in her cum) began to explore the folds of skin around her vagina, she increased the strength and intensity (but not pace) of her humping, sending my hard cock even deeper than before. I almost lost it right there, but somehow managed to hold back. I did not want this to ever end. Mom's hand cupped over mine, guiding my fingers to a specific spot at the top of her pussy. She puppeted my fingers across what felt like a hard knob. "Flick your fingers back and forth right here.. That's mommy's clit." she whispered hoarsely instructing me with her hand on mine.
As I began rubbing and flicking my finger tip over her clit, my own hips took on a life of their own pulsing back and forth in a deliberately slow rhythm. My legs were now exposed to the cold night air as our motion had pushed the blanket most of the way off. I was barely aware though as I glided in and out of her ass. Meanwhile Mom's breathing started to change and a slight moan escaped her lips with each thrust.
"Mom, I never knew it could feel this good... Does this make you happy?" I asked curiously.
"Oh baby, I've always wanted to teach my sweet boy how to fuck mommy, but have always been afraid it would mess up our special relationship" she managed through her panting and moaning. As she spoke her entire lower region began to quiver, shivering not from the cold, but from her impending orgasm. "I've wanted you to fuck my ass for so long baby, go deeper."
Obediently I scooted down a bit on the seat allowing my pelvis better access to her glorious back door. I propped myself up on my elbow so that I had a better view of her face. With more leverage, I could now press upward even harder. Our pace went from a beautifully slow waltz to a moderately paced pulse. Mom's breathing was erratic now and each stroke evoked a louder moan. My fingers flew back and forth over her clit as her ass bumped against my crotch relentlessly.
She pushed the remainder of the blanket off of her, lifting her massive tit towards her face. She bent her head forward flicking the end of her erect nipple with the tip of her tongue, her eyes locked onto mine over her shoulder as she twisted her body around. She was quite the pretzel with her legs spread just enough for my hand to massage her cunt and her hips angled just enough forward for me to fuck her ass thoroughly.
It wasn't long before I began to feel her ass tightening up around my dick. At the same time her clit began to enlarge and harden, my finger making a loud sloppy flicking sound with every iteration. Her eyes remained locked on to mine and she stopped licking her nipple just long enough to say in a raspy, dirty voice "Your Dad used to fuck my ass while I nursed you so that I would cum like this." With that her stomach muscles clamped down, contorting her entire body. Her eyes rolled up and back, almost disappearing under her eyelids. Her asshole clamped down on the base of my cock, spasming over and over. Her ass cheeks shook violently as if she was having some kind of seizure. Her drenched swollen cunt seemed to swell outward and as it did a long squirt of hot liquid shot from between my fingers. She pleaded loudly "Oh my GOD NATHAN fuck me harder!!" I responded immediately pounding her ass with everything I had. Her orgasm continued to roll over her body for what seemed like an eternity. Between spasms, she pushed ever harder against my cock, burying me as deep as I could possibly go. Her pussy was shooting ever increasingly large squirts of cum through my fingers as I continued to flick her clit. I could feel a tingling sensation that began low in my hips, rising quickly through my balls and towards the tip of my cock. My hips were pistoning my dick in and out of her ass as she convulsed in my arms. "CUM INSIDE MOMMY NATHAN!" she begged.
That was it. As her spurts of hot cum splashed against the back of the seat (drenching her bags,) my hips spasmed, thrusting my dick deep in her ass. I could feel something hard at the very end of my dick, but didn't have time to register what it was before that tingling surged forward and my cock erupted. "OH MY GOD MOM!!" I fucked upward. It felt like a freight train was making its way from by balls all the way up my shaft. My body froze in atrophy as my muscles all contracted at the same time, sending my hips into a quivering spasm of their own. As I shook violently my cock lunged forward, spewing the most atrociously huge load I had ever mustered in all of my life into her anal canal. She screamed, her body clamping down even harder on my cock, flopping her plump ass cheeks wildly against my hips. Her pussy went from spurting to streaming a huge wash of sweet nectar against my hand, splashing over everything south of our hips.
The simultaneous orgasm rolled through our bodies with wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure. I felt as if our entire bodies had merged into one rocking and rotating mass. My hand (dripping her sticky cum) moved up to her left breast as I pumped load after load deep within. I grabbed her nipple, rolling it slightly between my fingers. Her hand had made its way down to my ass and was shoving my hips forward as hard as she could, lost in a cum frenzy. The stimulation to her nipple renewed her fading orgasm and I could hear the spraying intensify briefly as her cum soaked everything, splashing up onto our writhing bodies. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" she screamed before her body suddenly went limp.
My dick continued to pulse on its own sending the last bits of sperm in my balls into the already massive cum wad in the depth of her bowel. My hips involuntarily still pistoned in and out of her ass.
Finally I was able to inhale. I could only remotely hear the sound of my own voice making a strange ugghhhh sound over and over as I panted for air.
My mind reeled, my senses overwhelming my cerebral cortex. I was stunned into a sort of paralysis as I slowly regained a rapid breathing pattern. My muscles slowly released their orgasmic grip and I leaned back onto the seat behind Mom. Still speechless, my softening cock was surrounded by the hot sloppy load and the soft warm sides of mom's canal. I continued to rub her breast, her nipple pressed hard against the palm of my hand.
I could barely hear her muffled voice rise from the wreckage of tangled hair as her face lay flat against the seat. "Nathan, that was the single most intense orgasm I've ever had baby. You did so good. You came in mommy's asshole just like I needed."
"Mom, I Love you so much" I managed between breaths.
"I Love you too baby" she replied. I squeezed her limp body tight, appreciating her amazing figure and warmth at the same time. "Mmmmm that was incredible..."
From there my mind drifted into oblivion, my dick still deep in her ass. All I knew was warmth and completeness as I fell into a coma-like sleep.
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I awoke to a bright yellow-orange light warming my face. It was surprisingly warm as the blanket had found its way back over our nude bodies during the night. My hand was still cradling my mom's beautiful breast. I began to sit up. As I did, I could feel the sticky mess in my lap. Mom stirred in response to my movement.
"Uggghhhh" she groaned. "My head.."
I couldn't contain my giggle at her predicament. Cum soaked and hung-over like a teen at the end of a 2 day bender, my mom's naked beauty stretched below me.
As I sat up she turned on to her back, her huge globes rolled out from under the blanket. She made no move to conceal their glory.
She opened her eyes, again squinting (this time against the light of the bright sun) and stared up at me with a confused (and very cute) expression on her face. Then she pulled the remaining bit of blanket off and looked down at her sticky body, gasping.
"Oh my god Nathan, it looks like we..." she stammered.
"You don't remember?" I was more than a little hurt that she didn't seem to remember.
She looked up at me in silence, her mind again racing to put everything in place. A few seconds later, a wave of remembrance crossed over her soft cheeks and lips, her face dropping a bit with recognition of what had happened. "Oh my, are you okay?" she asked in the sweetest voice. "I completely lost control with you last night." Her voice faded off as her lips remained partly separated. I sat up on my knees, towering over her beautiful naked body. My cock was at attention.
"Mom, I'm wonderful. That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me." I assured her.
Her face softened and a warm smile spread across her face. She looked back down at her body and then slowly up to my erect cock. One eyebrow lifted up, showing her interest. She stared into my eyes thoughtfully and then opened her arms, stretching them out towards me in invitation.
"It WAS amazing baby, the best in fact. Can you come give mommy a hug?" she said with a huge smile.
I leaned forward, laying down flat on top of her. My head came to rest between her breasts, enveloping me in an ocean of warmth and softness. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tight. We stayed there for a long time, slowly rocking back and forth. At some point I slid up a bit and my hard cock pressed into her inner thigh.
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned, "what's that?" I knew she was kidding so I didn't pull away.
I continued to rub upward, my dick feeling the prickly ends of her pubic hair. Pre-cum leaked out and wet the skin of her outer lips. My head still laying against her chest, she whispered in the softest of voices. "Hug me tighter baby."
I lifted my head up and our gaze met. Her beautiful hazel eyes stared deeply and lovingly into mine. I leaned ever closer until our lips brushed lightly. Her face turned red, blushing furiously as we pressed our lips together. Her mouth opened slightly, lips peeling apart slowly. As her tongue slipped into my mouth, her hand cupped the cheek of my ass, pushing it between her spreading legs. Our tongues met and I swear I felt an electrical shock.
My cock was throbbing up and down against her mound and as we moved back and forth in embrace, it slipped into position at the entrance between her pussy lips.
She pulled her face back from mine slightly, still staring intently into my eyes. "I Love you Nathan." Her eyes darted down to our sex and back up to mine. "I'm not on birth control sweety, so you'll have to pull out. Can you do that for mommy?"
I nodded incoherently. That was the last thing in the world on my mind. I pushed forward instinctively and the lips of her pussy spread open against my cock. Mom inhaled deeply, exhaling a moan. "Oh baby that makes mommy's pussy feel so good... go on in." I continued to press forward and as I did the warmth of her love covered my penis in a blanket of ecstasy. Her hips angled upward, inviting my cock deeper inside. As I pushed in, I could feel the oily wetness of her juices envelop my shaft.
I pulled back a little and pushed forward deeper. Mom issued an involuntary "uunnhhh" as she exhaled. I filled her mouth with my tongue in response as I plumbed her womanhood.
As we rocked slowly back and forth, my cock sank deeper and deeper. Her moaning continued as our tongues swirled against each other, the vibration sending shockwaves of sensation through my body.
As I plunged in and out of her hot pussy, I could feel a rough (almost knobby) patch of flesh pressing against the top of my cock. I again instinctively pressed my dick upward against it. Mom's body slightly tensed and began to lightly quiver. I pulled my lips away from hers staring again deeply into her sweet eyes. Her mouth was slightly agape as she breathed slowly but heavily in rhythm with my strokes.
As I plunged in and out of the very vagina from which I had come, I angled up against that bumpy flesh, hitting it lightly with each thrust. Mom's panting immediately increased in intensity. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders as our bodies continued to press hard together.
"I can't believe I'm in my mommy's pussy" I stammered between pumps as I increased the pace of my thrusts. I pressed up from her chest so that I could look down at her. Her breasts were rolling in a soft semi-circular pattern as I moved up and down. She smiled back up at me as our hips met in rhythm.
"I've always wanted my baby to go back in my hot pussy" she hissed sweetly.
My dick got even harder in response and I began to hump her faster. A slight fwapping sound began to issue as our pelvis's met in union. As the pace picked up, Mom began to put more of her weight into her pelvic strokes and quickly moved into a bouncing motion, plunging my cock deeper and deeper. Her breathing increased in frequency and just like the night before, a slight grunt filled the car with each movement of our bodies.
"My baby is fucking his mommy soooooo good... " she cooed as she continued to lock her eyes onto mine.
"Mommy's pussy is soooo hot, it's making my dick want to cum so bad Mom!" I gasped in reply.
Her face changed slightly, her mouth opening up more as the thought of my hot load raced through her mind. Her eyebrows angled down, her face scrunching slightly. "But baby can't cum in mommy... We don't want a baby to take care of."
This only served to quicken my pace as I watched her beautiful face writhe in the agony of decision. I could tell she wanted me to cum deep inside her pussy, but she was obviously torn over the risk that it posed. I had no frame of reference to even remotely compare to, so it was only my urge to fill my gorgeous mother with spunk driving me forward. As we continued, her thrusts increased in strength and our bodies now made a loud rhythmic slapping sound.
As I gazed into her eyes, I saw something change. Her gaze went from the sweet, warm, motherly embrace that had got us started, to a naughty glint giving me a glimpse into her mind's eye. She was getting increasingly cock hungry and each successive thrust only increased her passion.
"But Mommy if I pull out, I won't get to feel what Dad feels when he fucks you" I pleaded.
Her face was contorted in a combination of sympathy, confusion, and lust. She continued to stare up at me, lost in her own internal wrestling match. As she matched my thrusts pound for pound, somehow my dick got even longer and similar to the evening before I began to feel something at the back of her pussy, but for very different reasons. As my cock head hit the small button like spot in the back of her cunt, Mom started going crazy. Her body began to violently shake and her pussy began to spasm, gripping and releasing the shaft of my cock in rhythm with our thrusts. Her eyes wandered off a bit as she thrashed underneath me, her massive breasts now misshaped in a standing wave pattern. As I plunged deeper and deeper, flexing my back so that my pelvis thrusted forward, I could feel the hard button soften and then open over the end of my cock deep within her cunt.
"Baby, your cock is in my cervix now!!" she exclaimed as she locked her eyes back onto mine. "You're sticking your cock in the place where you were made baby!!" Her excitement was beginning to peak and I could tell with each word and squeal that she was very close to cumming. I continued to push deeper and her words only spurred me further. I could feel that familiar tingle again, this time in the base of my balls.
"Mommmm, I'm gonna cum soon!!" I exclaimed.
It was the moment of truth. As she stared into my eyes, I saw the hunger take over as her fingernails dug into my back. "Nathan, cum deep in my cunt baby. I want to feel that hot load in my womb. I don't care if I get pregnant, just dump your load where you came from baby... " she pleaded.
I didn't need to be told twice. As my cock head vacillated in and out of the entry to her cervix, I could feel my balls tightening up, sending a hot stream of searing sperm up through my cock.
"OH MY GOD MOM, I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY!!" I shouted.
Mom's face went blank as her body writhed beneath me. Her entrance within an entrance clamped down hard onto my cock head, the rest of her pussy convulsing around the shaft of my dick. I could feel a hot wet spray splashing against my pelvis, soaking everything. I could hear the air shoved out of her lungs with a loud grunt as her orgasm took possession of her faculties. Yet she managed to scream "OH MY BABY SOAK MY WOMB WITH YOUR CUMM!!"
With that my dick dispersed thick rope after rope of spunk deep inside her womb. Her body sucked on the end of my cock as if it were a straw, drawing glob after creamy glob from my tip. I could remotely hear the ecstatic screams from mom and myself as my ears begin to ring loudly. My face and body tightened so much that it actually hurt as blew my load. Her body went into a fit of thrashing so hard she nearly knocked me off. Her eyes were again rolled into the back of her head and her tongue lolled in and out of her mouth as she tossed side to side. It was almost a demonic fit of orgasm. As it subsided, she returned to humping up hard against my pelvis, an involuntary act of fucking. Her grunting was so pronounced, she was almost growling. I returned each thrust as hard as I could and as hard as this may be to believe, I came again, sending the very last of my semen into the back of her womb. She rocked forward grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me down on top of her. She shoved her tongue back into my mouth and at the same time chanted. "I love your cum baby.. I love your cum.. It's so good inside me baby... It's sooooo good."
As the orgasm subsided, I felt even more at one with her now, as if there was no end of my body or beginning to hers. In this warp of space and time we were one entity writhing in ecstasy.
We flailed about in the back seat for what seemed like an eon before finally catching our breath and separating our embrace. I pressed up and looked down into her eyes. She had tears in her eyes, but they weren't of sadness.
"My baby gave me the best gift a mother could have.." she whimpered as she cried.
Overwhelmed with emotion I found myself unable to reply.
We laid there for at least an hour, kissing and caressing each other's bodies until we were practically raw.
I finally sat up and looked around after wiping the fog off of the icy car window. It was sunny and cold outside. We had just barely survived the night in freezing temperatures and had started something I hoped would never stop.
As we put our clothes back on, we couldn't stop smiling at each other. I couldn't have been happier to be stranded with this beauty.
I opened the door and looked around. Turns out we were at the top of a hill and in front of us was an open pasture. Down the road about a mile ahead I could make out the distinct shape of a tractor headed our way. Relief instantly poured over me. We would be able to get out of here and on to our destination at Aunt Ginger's. I tied my shoes and started to walk towards our passer by, I couldn't have been happier.
Cool air blasted through my hair, the occasional piece of straw flying up from the bed of the truck as we lumbered down the dirt road. I had asked to sit in the back of the pickup as it had been years since my last opportunity to do so. Behind us the wrecked Mercedes sat on a flatbed trailer leaning to the right. As I stared at the front-end, it almost looked as if the car was sad, as if leaning on its right arm.. *sigh* I chuckled out loud at the notion.
"What's so funny back there?" my mom asked loudly over the sound of the wind.
"Oh nothing, just my weird imagination hard at work Mom!"
"That's my Boy!" she exclaimed.
The old farmer on the tractor had graciously agreed to help us get the car into town. Mom had offered to pay him, but he had refused in grand Texan style. I suspected it had a lot to do with Mom's white open blouse and lack of bra. I sat in the back flipping through the images and emotions I had witnessed in the past 24 hours. I simply couldn't believe the events that had transpired thus far. More incredulous was the way my mom was behaving, as if nothing had happened. She was just her normal bubbly, happy self. I wondered what it would be like to possess such an unsinkable personality. Is it hard to do? It wasn't that I expected her to get mired down in deep thought or anything, it just seemed as though she might feel guilty for what happened..
Did I feel guilty? I tried to examine that question for myself as the countryside slid by. I suppose from the perspective of betraying my Dad, yeah I felt a little guilty. What would he think if he found out? It was hard to read him though, as his personality was so detached in general to begin with. I envisioned me telling him to see what my mind conjured up. In my mind's eye he just shrugged and smiled, but that was just me doing my best to emulate his reaction to things.. Nothing concrete.
Did I feel guilty for actually having sex with my mother from a morality perspective? Hmmmmm, couldn't say that I did. It felt amazing, that was all. I felt closer to my mom than ever before. As my mind worked its way through the events of the previous evening, it landed on the final event. I had blasted the back of her pussy with huge amounts of cum. Would she get pregnant? Now this thought DID worry me. How would that work out? I was just now 18 years old, how would I take care of a child? Then my mind went back to my mom.. Maybe she was actually happy with the idea of getting pregnant again. But by me? What about Dad?
I quickly decided to guide my thoughts in another direction as this was treacherous territory. As the truck bounced along, I could hear the country music playing on the radio in the front-seat where mom and the old farmer were chatting away. If the radio worked, maybe we had cell coverage now... I pulled the flat black android out of my pocket and thumbed it to life. Low and behold, there were bars! I sat up a bit and turned to put my head in the cab of the truck, but stopped frozen at the sight that lay before me. There was mom chatting away with the farmer while giving him a hand-job. It took a second for me to make sense of what I was seeing. How was this possible? My mouth must of been hanging open a bit, because my mom turned back to me. "Close your mouth before you catch a fly there" sporting a big grin.
I watched as she yanked up and down on the old man's shaft. They both continued chatting as if nothing was going on. I was frozen. Here was my mom in a sex act with a stranger and behaving as if this was as normal as washing the dishes... Then it occurred to me.. Maybe it is! Maybe mom is just a straight up old-school slut. I watched as the old man (he must have been in his mid-70's) humped in response to her talented fingers. They talked about politics, the weather, and about how things had changed over the years. I of course couldn't really concentrate on anything they were saying as I was far too distracted with what was happening just underneath the steering wheel. Fortunately this old farm truck didn't have a rear-view mirror, so I wasn't in any danger of being seen by the old coot.
As mom picked up the pace, she looked back at me through the open sliding window, staring intently at me. She bit her bottom lip and then flicked her tongue up to her top lip. I could tell she was excited as her face was flush and her breast (the one I could see from here) was heaving up and down, the nipple just barely poking out of the top. She turned back to the old man and sped up even more.. The old man stopped talking and not soon after made a low guttural grunting noise. My mom leaned down and planted her head in his lap, gulping up his orgasm.
"Ahh Ahh AHH AHHHHH!!" the old man yelled out erupting into my mom's mouth. He followed the yelp of gratitude with a fit of coughing.. For a minute there I thought he might have a heart attack, run off the road and kill us all...
After a minute or so, Mom sat back up, wiping her mouth. She looked back at me again.
"Well I think that'll do for now" she said. I hadn't even noticed that we were pulling into a service station.
"Mighty obliged maam" the old fart replied as he shoved his semi-hard cock back into his overalls. "The missus doesn't pay much mind to my state of affairs anymore if you get my drift."
"Well I can't Thank You enough for the help you've been this morning. I hope your missus pays more attention to how kind a man you are" my mom gushed as she opened the rusty truck door.
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It was just after noon and it didn't take the mechanic long to report that it would be at least 4 days before he could get the parts in and the repair completed. That meant we'd be staying out here a bit longer than planned. We were only about 20 minutes from my Aunt Ginger's house according to Mom. After her call to Aunt Ginger, she called Dad and filled him in on the near-accident, the car and the delayed return.
I could hear the concern in his voice and it reminded me that he DID care about us, even if it wasn't shown very often. He asked to talk to me, but Mom put him off saying we needed to go. She was staring right at me smiling. She knew I wasn't ready for a conversation with good ole Dad just yet.
I was at full-tilt. My emotional state was something I could only compare to a front-load dryer, tumbling over and over. I was happy, ashamed, jealous, worried, and confused all at the same time. My mind kept coming back to the hand-job in the truck. How could she just do that right in front of me after... well after the night before?
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"You haven't hardly touched your sandwich Nathan. Are you okay baby?" my Mom's voice showed genuine concern.
I came back from a thousand miles away. The small country diner was serving the last of their lunch customers and the place had pretty well cleared out since we arrived.
"Ummm... I guess so. I'm just..." Mom cut me off.
"Listen, I know that you've been through a lot in the last day" her voice got more quiet. Almost whispering she said "Nathan, I Love you sooo much. I hope that you don't take what happened in the truck too seriously. It's just that old man hasn't seen action in a decade or more. I don't think he even had a missus to be honest. No ring on his finger and all. Think about it this way. If you were stranded and it had been his mysterious missus that saved us, wouldn't you do the same in turn?"
As if I didn't have enough going on inside my head, the vision of me fingering a 70 year-old woman in the front of a pickup truck with my mom watching from the back seemed so absurd that I burst out laughing... Here again the laugh more of a cathartic action than anything else. Mom simply gave me a puzzled look in return, a smile at the edges of her mouth waiting for the answer to what I found so funny.
I hoarsely whispered back through my grin "Fried eggs on a vinyl seat." It took a moment for the visual to manifest, then she nearly spit her salad in my face. We both laughed hard, trying to be as quiet as we could. Alas, we were too loud and I soon found that we had become a spectacle in this remote country diner. I scanned the room and my gaze was met with hard eyes and pursed lips. 'Here we sit in judgement' I thought as our laughing fit died down. Then I looked at my mom with a stern look on my face, eyebrows furrowed. "They ain't from round these parts..." I mocked. Mom leaned back and laughed out loud, her beautiful orbs bouncing underneath her blouse.
I guess my mockery of the local gentry had done the trick, because when I turned back to scan the restaurant's last few seated tables, all eyes were back in their own business.
"Well I guess I shoulda known ya'll couldn't keep from causin trouble!!" a heavily accented voice echoed through the diner followed up by an almost ridiculously loud laugh.
"Aunt Ginger!!" I jumped up before I even saw her. I spun around and she was almost to the table already, her loud tall heels clacking against the ancient wooden floor.
Before me was my mom's 37 year old younger sister. She was sizzling hot. Her long, straight, dark auburn hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She stood about 5'5" with a bright yellow sun dress barely covering her massive bouncing tits. Her brown eyes, full lips, pouty cheeks and apple red lipstick were zeroing in on me.
"MMMMMWHWWWWAAAA" she kissed me firmly on the cheek as we embraced. I could tell there was no bra as she pressed against me. It didn't seem to phase her that her nipples were poking me in the chest. She grabbed my shoulders pushed me back and looked up. "MY GAAWWD NATHAN!! YOU GOT SOOO BIG!! HOW TALL IS HE NOW?" she turned to my mom asking as if I wasn't there at all. I often wondered if country women got equally excited about mundane things like strawberries or paper napkins. But I guess this wasn't all that mundane. We hadn't seen my aunt in over two years. My aunt and Mom opened their arms and went in for a tight hug.
"Well he's all grown up now Sis" my mom replied sneaking a saucy glance at me while they hugged. Immediately I could see the family resemblance. It was the first time I ever noticed how much Aunt Ginger looked like a slightly younger version of my Mom. My mind didn't take long to jump to the conclusion that a two-for-one deal here would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I needed to try my hardest for. It was definitely a fantasy in contrast to all of the serious questions swimming around in the back of mind, but that wasn't a bad thing.
Aunt Ginger slid in beside me on the bench seat at the table. "Well Nathan, tell me all about your senior year!"
"Screw THAT!" Mom interjected "Tell us all about your time overseas!!"
"Now ladies... " I began to interrupt feeling a little injured by mom taking the focus off of me. I was cut off by the feeling of my aunt's hand on my knee squeezing. It was definitely an innocent enough gesture, but it had an unintended consequence as my dick swelled up for the first time since this morning's treat.
"Well I'll have plenty of time to recount my adventures for the two of you back at the house. In fact we'll have plenty of time to catch up on everything since ya'll are gonna be here til Tuesday! I'm SO EXCITED!!" my aunt Ginger squealed. My mom was laughing and squealing right along with her as they broke into what could only be considered by an outside observer as a frenzy of country-girl talk. It was enough to make a guy cover his ears as they bantered back and forth with repeat euphemisms and cliche' I almost wanted to duck for cover it was so intense. Apparently I wasn't alone as the last old couple left the diner sneering at us on their way out. I couldn't help but laugh to myself.
After lunch we moved our (slightly musky) luggage over to Aunt Ginger's Escalade and started off to her new house. As the country highway curved ahead, the afternoon sunlight peeked through the autumn leaves cascading rays of sunlight down around us. It was beautiful. I rolled down the window and inhaled the brisk autumn air. This was by far my favorite time of year. The air was so fresh, I could feel it erasing my previous moody disposition. Aunt Ginger's dog (a smaller framed Golden Retriever) shared my sentiment for the fresh air and climbed over my lap to stick his head out the window. It wasn't long before his tongue was flapping in the rushing air around the SUV, slobber kicking back into my face in clumps.
"BLARRR!!" I yelled pushing him back down.
Aunt Ginger turned around (totally looking away from the road) "BART... GET!! DOWN!!" Did everyone in my family scream at the top of their lungs all the time?
"WATCH THE ROAD!!" my mom yelled in return, obviously still quite on edge after last night's near miss. Despite the chaos of my mom and her sister, I felt at home.
Aunt Ginger's house was about 2 miles down a dirt-road off of the highway (which itself was remote.) As we turned onto her property I could see her two-story wood frame house about a half-mile back on the cleared lot at the top of a small hill. It was as quaint a country house as it could be. To the right was a long white fence and pasture. Towards the back of the house on the right an old barn and stables. To the left of the house was a pond, complete with ducks and a platform in the middle.
"How do you get out to the platform Aunt Ginger?" immediately regretting asking her while she was driving. My mom shot a discouraging glare my way. As expected, Aunt Ginger did a full turn of her torso to answer, her eyes firmly planted on me.
"Well you SWIM of COURSE!! It's a swimming pond, specifically made for swimming! I don't like creepy crawly stuff, so I had it lined like a pool." she grinned. And there was that look again. I had seen it the night before in my Mom's eyes. It was a sparkle in her eyes that framed the rest of her beautiful face and bouncing bosom. Aunt Ginger's loveliness was right on par with Mom's.. It was timeless and the memory would be with me forever.
My mom was white-knuckling the "oh shit bar" overhead as my Aunt finally turned back to driving, swerving sharply to stay on the road. "SWEET!" I replied. I couldn't wait for a swim, even if it was cold. I wondered what kind of scant bathing suit my Aunt Ginger would break out. Years ago we had gone down to Galveston and rented a beach house. I was much younger then, but I clearly remembered the bright orange bikini she had worn. It had been some of the first jerk-material I ever had.
After unpacking the massive (slightly sticky) bags my mom had packed, I left the two sisters inside to explore the property. Aunt Ginger had been married to a retired soldier for about three years. They had traveled the world together as his security business required. Dad said he was a mercenary. Mom said that Aunt Ginger loved him and that she was having the time of her life. About a year ago we received a call from Aunt Ginger letting us know that her husband Gil had been killed during an insurgent raid on their hotel in Afghanistan. What the hell they had been there for I didn't know, but I suspected my Dad was right. Aunt Ginger had narrowly escaped death herself and it took her several months to get back to the states. There again I had no idea why. If she was upset about it, she had hidden it well so far.
As I rounded the back side of the house, I set my sights on the barn. It definitely pre-dated the house by a lot. It was nearly in a state of dilapidation and many of the outer wood planks had cracks or even gaping holes towards the foundation. I waded through tall grass along a well-worn foot path from the back porch to the barn. The wind was blowing up from the bottom of the property across the tall grass creating waves that rolled gracefully in my direction. The sun was shining just above the tops of the pine forest that bordered Aunt Ginger's property on both sides. As I walked up the slight hill to the barn I saw that it was chained up and padlocked with a bright and shiny, brand-new Masterlock.
This only served to peak my curiosity. In this remote of a location, who needed a padlock. I was instantly inspired to find another way in. The barn had a loft, just like you see in the movies and above it an old bell with a rope that hung down nearly to the ground. The only way THAT was going to help me was by alerting everybody for two miles that I was trying to sneak in. I made my way around to the backside of the barn. The tall pine trees were only a few feet away from the back side, creating a kind of alley between the barn and the forest. Old cut fire-wood lined the back side of the barn. On the second floor of the barn there was a window, and to my delight, it was open. This was going to be easier than I thought. I arranged a few logs of firewood as to form a makeshift stairway along the side of the barn. Several spiders and two scattering lizards later, I was walking up my very own staircase and shimmying in through the window.
It was surprisingly dark inside and it took several minutes to adjust to the minute amount of light sliding between the old barn's plank siding. I was in the loft and surrounded by large square blocks of hay. They looked pretty fresh and the smell of the hay was overwhelming in the warmth of the barn. I climbed between two blocks of hay and was afforded a view over the edge of the loft down to the floor of the barn. It was seemingly empty from this vantage minus a few large bags of dog food. I quickly located the ladder down and after a few glances at the loft (seeing only old moving boxes and hay) made my way down. At first it looked like this adventure was going to be a bust as all that I could see were more massive blocks of hay stacked everywhere and some fancy dog food "Real Salmon in Every Bite". 'Wow Bart must be really spoiled.'
As my eyes finally became adjusted to the low light of the barn, I could make out what looked like a passage between the hay blocks leading towards the back of the barn. That narrow corridor was REALLY dark, but that only added to the mystique of the adventure. Using the flashlight app on my phone I slowly slipped between the blocks of hay. At the end of the "hall" there was an opening into darkness to the left. Illuminated bits of dust floated across the "hay" room at the back of the barn. I could make out a couch, a couple of odd shaped chairs, an entertainment center and a single hanging lightbulb with a string in the middle. I pulled the string and the make-shift living room was revealed in full.
Now I was REALLY curious. A single woman in a two-story house in the middle of the woods with a padlocked barn housing a hidden entertainment center. As I looked closer my eyes came across a really strange looking chair. It sort of resembled a massage chair (the kind the asian guys always used at the fair,) but below it was a motor attached to an arm that aimed towards the seat of the chair. I swung my leg over it to see if I could figure out what it was. As my knees settled on the pads and my chest leaned against the body of the chair I noticed handle bars on either side.
I instinctively reached up and grabbed them. On the back side was a button. Without much thought, I pressed the button. At first I only heard the whine of the motor and that caught my attention. While I was looking down, I failed to notice the movement of the arm it was attached to and moments later I was greeted by a lively poke in my asshole.
"AHHHH!!" I jumped up so high that I nearly hit my head on the low hanging planks above, smacking the light bulb solidly with my flailing arm. On my way down, I toppled forward over the "chair" flipping head first onto the dirt floor of the barn. For a minute I couldn't breathe at all. As the dust hung in the air, the swinging light bulb turned everything in the room into a series of moving shadows.. "SHIT!!" I coughed. Behind me the machine's momentum decreased and the arm came to a rest.
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