Just Barely Ch. 01

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.

-

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.