Terri was a fine looking woman for being 41. She worked out to keep in shape and still enjoyed showing off her 38-Double D figure by wearing tight shirts and shorts. While somewhat a snob she still got a kick out of knowing that even the younger guys liked to watch her when jiggled by on her morning brisk walk. But no matter how much she enjoyed being the object of their lust Terri would never return a smile or even a friendly "hello" to anyone she met.
If Terri was attractive then her daughter Ashley would have to be considered beautiful. Tall, blond, the face of an angel and a 36-C, 24, 36 body that any man would die for. Ashley was 18 and had her share of boyfriends. And she knew all to well how to use her looks to her advantage. Ashley was the head cheerleader in her senior year of high school and made even the most moralistic male teachers take a second look when she strolled by in her cheerleading outfit.
Terri and Ashley were coming home from a football game against a rural school a few counties down the road. In the backseat Terri’s 18 year old son, Mark; Ashley’s maternal twin brother
relaxed in the backseat enjoying the thrill of knowing that it was his third field goal that lifted the team to a 9-7 victory, spoiling the other team’s homecoming celebration. Before leaving the stadium Ashley had done her part to tease some of the redneck players and students. They had stopped for a snack at a local restaurant before leaving. The rest of the team and cheerleaders had left on the bus but Terri took her kids with her.
Before leaving a storm had begun. And Terri, not paying full attention, had taken a wrong turn somewhere and had gone south instead of north. After realizing her mistake she turned around and was heading back north again when the car hit a pothole and the right front tire blew out. Terri pulled off onto a gravel side street to get out of the way of any approaching vehicles.
Mark jumped out and checked the damage, then went to the trunk only to discover that mom had neglected to check the spare and it too was flat. Cursing herself for forgetting her cell phone Terri decided that they would need to sit and wait for someone to come along. But Mark noticed a light through the trees up in the distance that appeared to be a porch light or something. He volunteered to run up and see if he could get help but Terri didn’t want him to go alone. Not wanting to leave Ashley behind either she decided that all three should brave the hard rain and head for the house.
Since the weather had been unseasonably warm none of them had thought to bring jackets. So before they had gone twenty yards they were drenched. Terri’s tight tee-shirt clung to her body like a second layer of skin and the chilly rain made her nipples erect and almost visible through her saturated shirt at bra. Even Ashley’s heavy cotton cheerleader outfit was becoming tight with water. By the time they had made it to the front porch the trio were soaked and chilled to the bone.
At the house they could hear loud music inside. It was apparent that a party was going on. Judging by the pickup trucks in the driveway Terri hoped that one of these bumpkins would be more than happy to help find a tire or at least let them use the phone. So she prodded up the steps and knocked on the door.
A young man answered the door and immediately let them in. Once inside Terri wasn’t sure if they had made a mistake or not. The living room was filled with about a dozen young men, ranging from 19 into their early twenties, drinking beer. One of the guys looked up and yelled out, "Well look who we have here. The bitch cheerleader and the kid who beat the team tonight."
It became suddenly apparent to Terri that a few of these guys were at the game tonight. Seeing that some of them wore letter-jackets with previous graduation dates she knew that this must be a party for some former students who had returned for the homecoming game. "Please, our car has a flat and we need help getting a spare, can you help us?" Terri asked.
"We’ll fucking help you, babe. Especially if you let us have a gander at them titties." The ringleader replied. Terri’s face blushed in embarrassment at being spoken to like that in front of her kids.
"Give me the keys and I’ll have Billy Bob go get it." He said.
"Fuck you, man!" Billy Bob replied.
Terri realized that she had left the keys in the car and said so.
