Rachel and her children were on their way to the beach. It was a special trip for Rachel because both of her kids would be returning to college in the next week. Her daughter, Heather, was 19 years old and was a real knock-out. She was only 5'2 but had beautiful brown hair and big brown eyes. Guys absolutely loved her curvy body; she had large, plump tits, a 38D cup to be exact and nice wide hips. In short, she was perfect for fucking.
Her son, Mark was 21 years old. He was a good-looking guy and had plenty of girlfriends. Mark had become a little more distant since he went away to school and did not spend as much time with his family as he used to. Rachel was glad he made the trip.
As for Rachel, well, she was 55 years old but it was hard to tell. Although she was a little plump, she had a great-looking face and a huge bust; Rachel, like her daughter was also a 38D. Unfortunately for Rachel, gravity had taken it's toll on her boobs, they were quite saggy but she always made sure to wear a supportive bra to give her a nice, firm cleavage.
The only person missing from this family outing was Rachel's husband, Bill. He had been spending most of his time at the office and away on business. Rachel was convinced he was cheating on her and over the last few months their relationship had become strained. The two barely spoke to each other. Rachel was glad he was out of town, she did not want to deal with the tension.
Rachel decided to take the country roads to the beach, both she and the kids wanted to avoid traffic. Half-way into their drive, Rachel noticed a man sitting on the side of the road. Rachel was no fool, she never picked up hitchikers and had no intention of doing so but there was something about this guy. He looked so innocent and confused, all by himself on a deserted road. He did not look much older than Rachel's son Mark. Against her better judgment, she pulled off to the side of the road, rolled down the window and called out to the young man...
"Hey, are you lost or something?" Rachel's words caught his attention and he approached her car.
The man's name was Derek Sims. He was 23 years old and a common street thug. But he talked a good game and gave the impression of being a nice, young man. He was easily able to fool Rachel and her family.
Derek responded to Rachel's inquiry, "Yes, ma'am, I am. My name is Derek. I'm on my way home, it's about a mile down the road. Some of my buddies and I were out partying and they had too much to drink so I decided to walk home instead of getting in their car."
It was the perfect story to tell a mother and it tugged at Rachel's heart-strings. Heather and Mark looked at her with a worried glance but she had made up her mind. This poor guy just wanted to get home and he lived so close, what was the harm?
Rachel offered to take him home. "Look, if you want, you can get a ride with us. It's really no trouble since you live so close."
Derek could not believe how lucky he was. "Oh thank you, thank you so much. You would really be helping me out."
With that, Derek hopped into the back seat, next to Heather. He quickly noticed how busty the girl was, her boobs were about to explode out of her white tank top. Derek quickly went over his plan in his head, it was working perfectly.
Rachel pulled back onto the road and about 3 minutes later, Derek told her to make a left turn, onto a deserted, dirt road. Rachel instantly became suspicisous.
She asked Derek, "Are you sure this is where you live, this looks like a dead end or something."
Derek was well prepared to answer, "I know ma'am. I live in a trailer with my folks, it's not much, but it's home."
