Just Barely Ch. 03

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.