Authors Note: This is a fictional story. It contains depictions of non-consensual sex as well as incest. If either of these two subjects offends you, do not read further. In real life, non-consensual sex is illegal and immoral and in no way condoned by the author. All characters are over eighteen.
I was cranky when I first got in the car, having been woken up early to go to a stupid confirmation for my cousin. Having to dress nice and endure a long car ride with my parents and sister didn't help my mood, nor did the lack of good music on the radio. But I tried to make the best of it and pass the time by sneaking looks at my older sister sitting next to me in the back seat. I would never admit it to anybody else that I thought the nineteen-year-old Ashley was hot, especially to Ashley herself. I suppose we had a typical older sister - younger brother relationship, getting on each other's nerves a fair amount of the time. But in recent months I started seeing her differently, as a hot chick living in the same house with me. So I sat next to her in the car and, whenever I could get away with it, I checked out her long legs and nice tits in her dress. I'd been trying to see more of her body around the house, but so far hadn't seen her naked, or anything near naked, yet. I kept my eye out to see if she ever left her bedroom door ajar when she changed, or the bathroom door when she showered, but she was pretty careful not to be seen by me. And it was pretty embarrassing the time that she caught me trying to look down her nightgown, and she called me a "perv".
Maybe I was a "perv" for jerking off while envisioning fucking my own sister, but she really did have a sexy body. A natural blonde, Ashley had full tits, B or C cups depending on the bra, a great firm ass, a pretty face, blue eyes, and long legs. Ashley was still taller than me.
But Ashley wasn't as tall as Mom yet. Mom was 5' 10" tall. And about the same time that I started taking notice of Ashley, I started noticing Mom in a sexual way, too. Actually, it wasn't until I caught a few of my friends staring at her tits that I really noticed for the first time how stacked she was, and how pretty and shapely she was for a woman in her late 40s. She had her flaws, but those long legs, still-attractive face, shoulder-length brown hair, and 40D tits made me think of her as more than a mom. Mom and I had our disagreements, plenty of them in fact, but at night when I was in bed alone, I could disengage our family relationship, and think of her only as a big-titted hot mature woman to lust after. As with Ashley, I had no luck seeing Mom naked. The best I could do was see her in the occasional nightgown without a bra on, and watch her big tits wobble freely under the thin fabric, or catch some cleavage spilling out of her bra when she leaned over in anything the slightest bit low-cut.
Dad drove as we took the highway out of town. Mom was in the front passenger seat, directly in front of me, so I couldn't see much of her body, unfortunately. Ninety minutes later we stopped for gas. As Dad pumped the gas, Mom and Ashley went into the station to use the bathroom or something. I was still tired and stayed in the car.
I didn't know where we were, but it didn't look like a very good neighborhood. It was mostly minorities around us. There were no other cars at the gas station. I noticed two Mexican men leaning against the wall, smoking cigarettes. One was an older skinny guy with a thin mustache and two-day-old beard, in a dirty green work shirt and baggy pants. The other was real big and really scary looking, fairly tall and heavyset, with tattoos on his muscular arms, in a dirty white t-shirt. Both of them stared at Ashley as she walked by in her thin sleeveless cotton dress. No surprise that a couple of Mexican dudes would check out a hot young blonde, I guess. I couldn't blame them. I was checking her out myself. And I had to admit that it was hot watching these dirty older guys lusting after my sister.
And then when Mom walked by them, they checked HER out real good. Again, I could understand why. Mom had been wearing an outfit I've seen before, a fairly tight light-blue skirt with a two-piece coral-colored sweater outfit. During the long car ride, mom had removed the outer button-down sweater, and was now out in just the matching sleeveless sweater, and it sure was tight on her! The thin fabric clung to her torso and bra like a latex glove, showing off every seam of her bra, even underneath her cups. Her big heavy tits swayed as she walked in her high heels, and the Mexican dudes' eyes were bugging out. When she walked past them, their eyes went down to her ass and followed it as she walked. The big guy looked over at the little one, and held his hands out, palms in, moving his palms up in down in front of his chest, clearly mimicking Mom's big jiggling tits. The shorter one smiled and nodded. The dual sight of mom looking good and the Mexicans leering at her really gave my cock a tingle.
After Mom walked into the station, the two Mexicans whispered to each other. Then they looked over at our car, and Dad pumping gas. Dad had his back to the station, so he didn't notice the two men ogling his wife and daughter.
Ashley exited the station and returned to the back driver's side seat, as the two Mexicans watched her ass. Then as Mom exited the station, the two men straightened up, dropped their cigarettes, and began to walk behind her. The older smaller one made a remark to Mom that I couldn't hear. She glanced back at the smiling Mexican, but instead of acknowledging him she turned away and kept walking to the car.
As Mom approached her passenger side front door, the two men split up. The bigger one followed Mom to her door, and the older one walked over to Dad. He asked Dad to loan him a dollar or something. Dad tried to brush him off and get in the car, but the man pulled out a stick, and knocked him on the head once. Dad fell into the car, his glasses flying off his head. The older Mexican climbed into the car, and pushed dad over.
At the same time, the bigger Mexican pulled out a gun, and grabbed Mom by the front of her sweater. "Get in the back!" He ordered. He opened my passenger-side back door, and pushed Mom in, practically on top of me. He slammed the door shut on Mom, jumped into the front seat next to the slumping Dad, and closed the door.
The older guy behind the steering wheel hit the accelerator, and sped out of the gas station, while hitting the door locks. Mom and Ashley screamed, Dad appeared to be completely unconscious, and I sat between Ashley and Mom in a stunned silence.
"Shut up! Or I'll hit him again!" Shouted the big guy in the passenger seat, pointing his pistol at Dad.
Mom shut up, but Ashley kept screaming. "Ashley, be quiet," said Mom. Finally, when the guy pointed his pistol in her direction, she gasped and then closed her mouth.
"Carl? Carl?" Mom called to Dad. Dad moved a little but he was basically unconscious.
"Don't worry about him, I didn't hit him that hard," said the older driver, in a very heavy accent. In the rear view mirror I saw him smile. He was missing a lot of teeth.
We were driving through some urban streets, with businesses on each side, but few pedestrians or cars around us. "Hand your purses up here to me," ordered the bigger one. Mom and Ashley handed their purses to him. "And you, your wallet," he said to me. I obediently handed it to him. He took it, and found Dad's wallet in his pocket, but didn't immediately start to look through his loot. Instead, he settled into the front seat, practically on top of Dad, leaning against the door and watching us. He said something in Spanish to the driver, and then looked over at Ashley. Her skirt had ridden up in the excitement, above her mid-thigh point.
"Hey, Blondie, you have nice legs!" He paused and stared at them for a minute, admiring my sister's bare legs. "Show us some more. Pull your skirt up."
Instead, Ashley pulled her hem down to her knees, whimpering.
"You want me to hit your dad again?" he said, raising his gun.
"No!" Said Mom in a wavering voice. "Please, leave him alone. Leave HER alone."
The big guy instead pointed his gun at me. "You don't open your mouth again, Mama. You do and I shoot your son, comprende?"
Mom didn't respond, but the passenger turned to Ashley again, and repeated, "Pull your skirt up."
"Mom?" Ashley whimpered.
"Just do what he says; it'll be OK," answered Mom.
Ashley's trembling hands grabbed her skirt hem, and slowly slid it up her legs. My cock stirred as I watched her long legs exposed. When she stopped near her crotch, the big guy said, "All the way up. Show me everything."
Ashley had frightened look in her eyes. She whimpered again, but pulled up skirt up to her hips, exposing her pink cotton panties. I enjoyed immensely seeing her bare legs and panty crotch pulled tight over her pussy mound. But I equally enjoyed seeing the big Mexican dude leering at her panties, and the driver adjusting his rear view mirror for a better view. "Spread you legs wider," he ordered, and Ashley reluctantly opened her legs wider.
We were still in a little traffic, and the big guy kept looking around, apparently making sure that we were a little discreet. But mostly he admired Ashley's legs and panty crotch. My sister's eyes had welled up. She didn't know where to look.
Finally the driver said something in Spanish. I thought I caught the word, "Mamacita."
"Si, Caesar," said the passenger. He turned to Mom. "He wants you to show your legs now. Go ahead."
Mom glanced over at Ashley and me. There was genuine fear in her eyes. Her jaw actually dropped. She looked like she was going to say something, but stopped herself.
Just do what he says; it'll be OK, I thought, recalling what Mom said to her daughter faced with the same dilemma. But I kept my thoughts to myself, and waited with anticipation. The passenger sighed and lifted his gun up. That made Mom move.
Mom's skirt was tight, and it took some effort to hike it up her thighs, tugging at one side at a time. She too paused when her skirt was up to her crotch, but with the big guy's insistence, she bunched her skirt up nearly to her waist.
Mom was wearing white panties, no surprise since she was wearing a white skirt. But she was wearing pantyhose over them. The triangle of stitching blocked my view of her panty crotch. Still, there was something very erotic about seeing Mom's panties through the thin hose, with her skirt bunched up at her waist, and two strangers looking at her panties.
"Oh, nice, Mama," complimented the passenger. The driver made a chuckling comment in Spanish that turned into a smoker's hack. Mom tried to be stoic, with a firm jaw, but her eyes gave away the fear, humiliation, and helplessness that she no doubt felt. I should have been gallant and averted my eyes, but presented with a sight I've dreamed about, I stared unabashedly at Mom's and Ashley's legs and panties.
