"We'll have to stop, Mom. I need to get the radiator looked at. I can't keep filling up with water every hundred miles. Ring Aunt Molly and tell her we'll be there tomorrow. Probably."
Jenny Miller nodded. Tom was right. The car needed looking at, without a doubt. She spotted something up ahead. "What about there?"
They were lucky. 'There' was a service station, the old-fashioned kind, where the owner/proprietor/mechanic actually knew what he was talking about, was proud of his ability to fix things, and didn't seem the kind to overcharge them. It wasn't all good news, though.
"The radiator is okay, no problem there. What you have is a split hose. Normally, I could fix that in ten minutes, but I used the last of that size two days ago. I have more coming in, due tomorrow. I can fix it then."
"So we need somewhere to stay tonight. Any suggestions?"
The mechanic's face creased in thought. "Motel is closed, doesn't open until Monday week. We never got an awful lot of tourist trade here, and with the Interstate rerouted, even less. Suits some of us fine, but Joe and Ella take themselves a vacation, about now, so it's closed. Old Ma Benn sometimes takes overnighters, but she's in hospital." He brightened. "I know! My old trailer is around back. It's clean, I promise you, an' you're welcome to use it for tonight."
"That's great," said Jenny, "But where do we get something to eat?"
"There's a stove in the trailer, butane. I can let you have a couple of slices of ham, an' a couple eggs. Do at a pinch, I guess."
Jenny stepped over and kissed the mechanic's cheek. "You are an angel!"
The man grinned, embarrassed. "Shucks, ma'am, you'd do the same, was the position reversed."
"I hope I would, but you did it. How much do we owe you?"
"I'll add a couple of dollars onto the bill in the mornin'. Grab your bags, and I'll show you the trailer."
A hundred yards away, in a copse of trees, the wheels blocked up. Small, clean, just as he'd said. Stove, tiny bathroom - plumbed in - dining area, and a bedroom.
"You folks have a good night, an' I'll get myself off home. I'm 'bout two miles down thataway, anything happens. It's the only house. My wife an' I keep a few hogs, that's how come I had the ham. I'll see you folk in the morning, an' we'll get your car fixed and get you on your way."
"We're much obliged, and thank you. Good night."
"G'night, ma'am, mister." and he was away.
"Mom, we have a problem."
"No, son, we don't. It's a double, plenty of room for the both of us."
"Mom!"
"It's okay, son. Honest. Now let's see how this stove works."
Much the same as any other trailer stove was the answer, after they'd found the main tap on the butane tank, and they enjoyed the ham and eggs, washed down with coffee they still had in the thermos flask. Fed, they sat at the table and chatted for a while, until Jenny stood.
"I dunno about you, Tom, but I'm tired. I'll get washed, and into bed. I'll scoot over against the side, so's you'll have room to get in." She looked away for a moment, then back at him, her face troubled. "Tom, you know I usually sleep nude at home, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom. I did catch you out once or twice, remember? You have a point?" And he'd had to jack off in his own bed later, those times he'd caught his mom in her skin. Slim, trim, fit, her breasts small but still shapely, no discernible droop that he could see. Damn' good-looking woman, no doubt about it.
Jenny nodded. "Yes, Tom, I have a point. No nightdress in my bag. I'll try not to make you uncomfortable, but I guess I'll be sleepin' in my skin tonight."
Tom nodded, a strange excitement in him. Sharing a bed with his naked mother! "That was part of the problem you said we didn't have, Mom. I don't have any PJ's, either. I could sleep in my shorts, I suppose, but I'm used to sleeping in my skin, too."
Jenny smiled. "No problem, then. We both sleep in our skins. We'll both get embarrassed, and then we won't be embarrassed, see?"
Tom laughed. "Sort of, Mom. You take the bathroom first, okay?"
Jenny nodded. "I'll just grab my toilet bag." She wasn't long, and when she stepped out from the bathroom, she had already undressed, shoes in one hand, her clothes over the other arm. She smiled at him, a spot of color in her cheek, but made no attempt to hide herself, laying her clothes on a chair, and slipping into bed. The image of a neat delta was burned onto his retina, a delta bare of fleece, her cleft clear to him. Wow! Mom shaved her pussy!
He was fighting an erection as he washed and brushed his teeth, but he'd managed to will it mostly down when he stepped out of the bathroom. Like his mom, Tom had decided to undress in the bathroom, and he was naked as he laid his own clothes on another chair, turned off the lamp, and slipped into bed beside his mom.
He bent across to kiss her cheek, to kiss her goodnight. Whether she'd had the same idea, and was turning to him, he didn't know, but instead of her cheek, he found himself kissing her lips. He made to pull back, but there was a moan deep in her throat, her arm snaked around his neck, and she drew him back into her kiss, into her embrace. A long kiss, which she broke with a muffled cry.
"Sorry, Tom," she whispered.
"It's okay, Mom," he murmured, but it wasn't okay. Her kiss had had a primeval effect on him, and his sudden erection was hard, aching for her. He kissed her cheek and lay back, his mind whirling. The instant desire he'd felt for her, for his mother, scared him. But it excited him, thrilled him, made his prick feel like it was made of steel.
"Goodnight, Tom."
"Goodnight, Mom. sleep well."
They lay, silent, for ages, but each of them knew the other was awake. It was Jenny who spoke first.
"Tom?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Can I ask you a very, very, personal question?"
There was a long pause before he spoke, but he knew she was waiting for his answer. "Of course you can, Mom, but I don't know whether I'll answer."
Another pause. "What did you feel there, when we kissed? Was it more than just a 'goodnight, mom' thing? Did you want me?" Her voice was hesitant, unlike his usually assured mom.
He took a deep breath, but he knew, somehow, that it was important to her that he answer, and even more important that he answer honestly. "Yes, Mom, I did. I wanted you more than I can remember ever wanting a woman before."
She sighed, but it was a sigh of acceptance, not irritation, not exasperation. A soft laugh in the night. "We're two of a kind, son. I wanted you, too." Another laugh. "I guess I still do."
He took a chance. "Mom? Give me your hand?" She moved in the darkness, and he reached out, feeling for her hand. He took it, and moved it to his prick, so that she could grasp his hardness, hearing her breath hiss in on a gasp.
"I guess I still want you, too, Mom."
He could almost hear the smile on her face when she spoke. "I guess you do at that, son. I thought I felt something poke me when we kissed." There was another long pause, and he could barely hear her when she spoke again. "Question is, what do we do about it?"
"Mom?"
Her voice was stronger this time. "You heard, what do we do?" He felt her move, releasing him, but it was only to roll over, to face him, and it was her other hand that took him in a gentle grasp. "Tom?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"When did you last get laid?"
He laughed, he couldn't help it. "Mom! What sort of question is that to ask your son?"
She chuckled. "One designed to get information. Come on, tell!"
"Last night. Kathy wanted to give me a proper goodbye before we left this morning. I mean, it could be a whole two weeks before I see her again." A thought struck him. "You?"
"The night before your dad was killed."
"Mom! That's three years! You've been dating, I felt sure you must have, I mean, you're a very attractive woman."
"Thanks for that, son. I guess I never wanted any sex." A pause. "Until now." They were both silent for a while in the darkness, until Jenny spoke again. "Tom?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Do you have any, um, rubbers with you?"
If anything, his prick got harder. "Yeah, Mom. Three, I think, in my wallet."
He heard her draw a deep breath, and when she spoke her voice was hesitant, a tremble in it. "Will you make love to me, Tom? Fuck me? Make me feel wanted again?"
He could barely speak for the excitement building in him, but managed to keep his voice steady, gentle. "Is that what you want, Mom? Truly?" Please say yes, Mom, please!
"God forgive me, son, but yes, it is what I want. I want to feel a cock in my pussy, I want to feel a man, someone who loves me, I want to feel him riding me, wanting me. I want to come, I want to come hard, with a cock in my pussy, feel that cock come in me." Another soft laugh. "That last bit had better be in a rubber, since I'm not on the pill and seem to have misplaced my diaphragm."
Tom was thinking furiously. That he wanted to do this was a given, considering how hard he was, but there were other considerations. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Is this a once-only thing?"
"I guess it is, son. Tomorrow, all being well, we'll be at your aunt Molly's, and there's no way I could sleep with you and not have her know about it." Jenny laughed. "I suppose we could invite her to join us." A giggle. "Your cock thinks that's a good idea!" She sighed. "Yes, son. Once-only." They both understood the unstated, 'unless Molly joins in'.
"Mom, I put my prick, my cock, in your pussy, I'm gonna come in about three seconds flat, and I don't think either of us wants that, do we?"
"We most certainly do not! Got another idea?"
"Ever given anyone a blowjob?"
A pause, and then a soft chuckle. "Yeah, once or twice."
"Will you eat me, Mom? Give
