Working at the paper mill wasn't a lot of fun. It was hot and hard work. The guys were not nice to me, always pawing my ass or groping my boobs. I knew their fat wives, the ones they'd married right out of high school, had plumped up after a few kids, and were no longer putting out for them in bed. Maybe they never really did. Maybe only sucked their cocks just long enough to get a ring on their finger. When the guys hit on me, I'd just tell them to go to hell. Didn't like guys anyway. Maybe it was because my Dad wasn't much better than the jerks I was working with. Maybe it was because he ran off with my older Sister and left us. Wasn't sure why Mom had married him anyway.
After Dad left, Mom started 'dating' Ray. I use the term dating loosely since about all they did was fuck maybe once a week. Not well either. I got the feeling Ray stopped soon after his orgasm and didn't worry about Mom having one. Not a fare fuck. Ray didn't even bother to spend the night afterwards. Not real sure who's idea that was. Hopefully it was Mom's. Between his cigarette smoke filled clothes and his body order, it was hard to stand him being there.
Mom's brother, Jack, lived just down the road. His Daughter, Amy, and I had a crush on each other growing up. It was more than a crush after high school. No one else knew and not something I wanted known in this town. Sure Dad could sleep with his Daughter, that was okay, but two women sleeping together would get you run out of this town. Friday and Saturday nights after work, we'd take the truck to the drive-in theater and park in the back row to neck and fondle each other. Oh it got real hot and heavy too. Lots of fogged up windows. Who knew what the movie was. She tasted real good. She said I did too.
One day at the paper mill, Ray cornered me in a storeroom and tried to get his hand in my pants. I hit him on the head with a piece of steel pipe and he went to the hospital. I got fired.
Maybe it was the 3 beers I had on the way home that day, maybe it was that Mom had too much Jack Daniel's before I got there, but as I told her about Ray and being fired, she started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Maybe it started as a way to say she was sorry. I didn't care. I was just enjoying what was happening. Before it was over, there weren't any places either of us had not had our mouth. I was exhausted. Mom too.
That was the last of Mom and Ray. For the next few months she and I would fuck all evening and go to sleep in each other's arms.
The day had been long at the Dairy Queen. Sad, but that was all the work I could find after the incident at the paper mill with Ray. I came home one evening a little early and I heard Mom moaning and screaming. I stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her with her legs high in the air and Uncle Jack slamming his cock in her.
"I love your cock in me Brother! Keep fucking me. ... Why the hell did you stop coming around to fuck me? ... Don't let it be so long before the next time."
As I ran from the door, he yelled at me.
"Bring that tender pussy here and try a cock for a change. ... Better than your Mom's or Amy's mouth or fingers. Your Mom wants to watch. Ya hear?"
Everything I cared about fit into a single suitcase. Through the dust, I could see the doublewide trailer I'd grown up in as my pickup truck went down the gravel road to the highway.
I wasn't a worldly woman and had always lived in the same small town. I did think I was pretty, not beautiful by any stretch, but attractive. Johnsonville was far enough away that I knew no one and no one knew me. It had at least 3 times as many people. Wow! Maybe 10,000. So big!
A hundred bucks got me a week at the Shady Grove Motel, a dump by any standards. Looked like a place out of a 50's travel magazine, with a little golf course for the kids instead of a pool. It was a long single level building with all the doors facing the parking lot. At least it had a bed. Not a great one, but a bed. Even a bath, even if it was just a shower stall. I'd read many travel magazines growing up as I dreamed of all the places I would live if I could. The Shady Grove Motel was not on my dream list.
The mattress was like a rock. What seemed like sleep didn't come easy, probably not at all. I ached everywhere as I dragged myself from the 'bed'. The shower had no hot water to try and relax the tense muscles all over my body. I suffered through the cold shower with no signs of hypothermia. Next door to the motel was a Waffle House. Five cups of coffee started to take the edge off the dreadful night. A waffle and some eggs took the edge off the hunger pains in my stomach.
Trying to save a buck here and there, I stopped at IGA Foodliner to get some groceries for the tiny kitchenette in the room. The IGA had a sign about needing people. The job gods graced me and I was to start work the next morning as a shelf stocker. Four bucks an hour less than the paper mill job, but it would do for a while.
Everyone at the IGA quickly became like family to me, real sweet, helpful, nice. Betty specially was. She was a lot like my Mom, kind of quiet, comfortable to be around, only more so. She was pretty in a country way, long hair gone gray early, still slim with nice features.
"Well Cindy, where you going to live?" she asked during the afternoon break of the third day.
"Looked at a few places, nothing I can afford though. I have 3 more nights paid for at the motel."
"I have an extra trailer on my property you could use. Wouldn't charge you for it. It's nothing real fancy, way outside of town, real private, and real quiet. We could take turns driving to work."
"Anyone else out there?"
"Nope, just my daughter and me. She's probably your age. She works at the Wal-Mart."
Guess I sat there without saying anything for too long.
"Don't feel like there's any pressure. You're welcome to come look at it first."
"Sorry. I was just thinking how nice it was for you to offer it to me. I'm a total stranger."
"Cindy dear..." she reached over and put her hand on mine "... I can tell you are a good person." She left her hand on mine and squeezed it gently and smiled.
"Okay. At least I'll know someone where I'm living."
After work, Betty followed me to the motel so I could get my things and checkout. Then I followed her about 10 miles out of town and down a narrow paved road a few more miles. Down a steep dirt grade into a valley a few hundred yards, there were three trailers, one of them a double wide. The trailers were about 100 feet apart with trees sprinkled here and there giving some nice shade in the otherwise hot sun. I parked next to Betty's truck and got out.
"The big one is Paula's and mine. You're welcome to either of the others."
An attractive woman walked out of the big trailer. Her blouse unbuttoned, one side blew back in the breeze revealing a nice looking breast. The waistband of her cutoff jeans was unbuttoned, but held up by her hips that were slightly larger than her waist.
"Hi Momma. How was work?"
She stopped by Betty and gave her a deep wet kiss. Betty pulled the blouse together, but left her hand over a breast for longer than was necessary.
"Hey Sweetie. This is Cindy, she's going to stay in the empty trailer."
"Hey Cindy. I'm Paula. How'd you meet Momma?"
"I just started at the IGA. New in town and she offered to let me stay here for a while."
I picked up my suitcase and a bag of groceries. "Feel like I need a nap." I walked towards the middle trailer. "Do I need a key?"
"Not out here."
The inside of the trailer was neat and tidy, but otherwise like all the other trailers I'd been in. There was only one bedroom at the far end. Nice sized too. At least I could walk around the bed without turning sideways. I laid my opened suitcase on the shelf of the built-in closet. On top lay a 'Travel and Leisure' from 6 years ago. The wrinkled cover had a picture of a white sandy beach by the Gulf of Mexico. Is that all I have in the world? That one magazine, a few blouses, a pair of jeans, and some underwear? How pathetic.
I walked around the place opening the windows to let it air out. It was a little stuffy and hot from being closed up for who knows how long. The windows in the living room faced the back yard of the big trailer. As I was replaying the image of Paula with her blouse wide open, she walked out into the yard with a blanket. After the blanket was spread, she removed the only two pieces of clothing she was wearing, tossing them down on the edge of it. Naked, she laid down.
After the greeting between Betty and Paula, I should have been ready for the next sight. Betty walked out already naked and laid next to Paula. Following more than a motherly kiss, Betty began fondling Paula. First a nipple, a breast, and then her cunt. I watched, not caring if I could be seen. I could hear them talking too. I stripped down and stood naked, playing with my clit, as I watched.
