It wasn't that I was not excited to be going to college, I was. But it was the getting there that excited me in ways it really shouldn't have. I had worked my ass off through high school, had a 4.0 GPA; and had earned a full ride scholarship at Berkley in California. I would be the first person in our family going to college, something my entire family was proud of.
The part that excited me was getting to college, the road trip there. We live in Kansas, and my folks aren't wealthy, just your average rural farmers. College starts in the fall and that's harvest for my father, so that meant the road trip from Kansas to California was me and my mother.
Three days in a car with over-nights in hotels and probably an over-night in California before she headed back. The idea of three or four days alone with my mother, it made me wet my panties. That's right, not my pants; my panties.
Growing up in conservative Kansas my evolving sexual preferences had been something I had learned very quickly to hide. While the people of this rural area are good people, they are not very tolerant of 'different folk'. I had tried dating boys, I even had sex a couple of times; but honestly it just wasn't for me. The first time I had a relationship with a woman she was five years my senior and was my family doctors nurse.
God the first time we made love I thought I was going into orbit. I had never experienced anything like it; and the further things went the better it got. By the time people had decided they had had enough of her 'deviance' and ran her out of town; I knew I was gay. I hid it, because I knew if I didn't I would be the next one out on a rail.
I watched my lesbian porn in private and fingered myself to fantasy orgasms. The thing was, as time went by, one focus kept coming back over and over. My mother Gwen; and it wasn't like I invited it, it just popped into my head in the middle of an orgasm, and never left.
When mom offered to take me to Berkley, I thought I would melt and cum at the same time. How was I going to sleep in the same room with that creature? It was driving me insane, and yet at the same time sent shivers of lust through me. The really sad part was my mother had no idea of the thoughts I harbored.
We headed out on Friday at first light. Dad had gone over the route and figured we would make our destination on Sunday, with check in for the dorms on Monday. I hated the idea of mom driving back alone, but dad didn't seem in the least worried. He gave her his usual kiss on the cheek and we hit the road.
We had loaded all my stuff into the bed of the pickup, and our suitcases, snacks and things into the backseat. Yeah my mom drives a pickup, we ARE farmers, and it worked perfect for hauling my stuff. They also have a lot of room so we were pretty comfy.
Mom and I chatted about school; and my being on my own for the first couple of hours, but after awhile I hate to admit it, the boredom of the Kansas scenery, or lack of; got to me and I fell asleep. By the time I woke it was pushing noon and it had gotten warmer.
Kansas is a weird state. It gets pretty damned hot during the day, but chills down at night; so when we left it had been heavier shirts and jeans, and mom had even worn a light jacket. When I awoke mom was pulling into a rest area, but parking off to the side away from other cars.
"I need to change" she said as she shut off the truck. "It's getting to hot for this outfit." She smiled.
I glanced over, and probably shouldn't have. She had the top buttons of her shirt undone and had removed her jacket. The fine sheen of a sweat glistened on her skin at the opening of her blouse and I could see her shirt just starting to cling to her. The insane thought of licking that sweat from her soft skin rocketed through me and I shivered.
"You had better change too before you get a heat chill" mom said, noticing my shiver.
I thought she was going to go inside the rest stop to the bathroom and change, but mom just crawled between the front seats to the back and started pulling a light shirt and shorts from her suitcase. I started to say something, but the words stuck in my throat as I watched in the side mirror as that blouse slid off.
My mother Gwen was a typical farm wife. She had spent years working on the farm, which meant she was lean and toned and tanned. I watched that taut belly and bare tanned shoulders come into view; her breasts swelling over the cups of her bra. Rather than slip on the light shirt I could only mutely stare into the mirror as her jeans slid over her hips.
I felt an intense heat between my thighs as that firm ass slid into view. It's criminal, I thought; that a woman of forty could have an ass like that. Her cheeks were sleek and firm and tanned all the way to her...wait, I started. Her entire ass was tanned, that meant she...Holy shit; she was wearing a THONG. My mother was bent over, in the back of our truck, wearing a thong over a smoothly tanned ass; I barely contained the groan that rumbled in my throat at the vision.
All too soon it was gone as she slipped on a pair of shorts and a light shirt. The image would be forever burned in my mind as she climbed back into the driver's seat.
"Your turn" she said quietly.
"What, in here?" I asked.
"Of course, I just did it" she seemed so matter of fact.
I shrugged and climbed in back. I pulled my shirt off and rummaged in a suitcase, pulling out a halter top. I started to pull it on when I glanced up and saw mom's eyes watching me in the rear view mirror.
"Nice" she said softly.
Instantly my nipples hardened and I felt dampness in my panties. I set the halter down, and like her, slid my jeans off. I knew she was watching; part of me wanted to hide, and part of me wanted to show off everything, screaming for her to take me. By the time I was done and back in my seat, mom seemed detached again.
"Ready?" she asked.
I could only nod; I didn't trust my voice to work after that. I wasn't quite sure what had happened, but it seemed almost as if she had been testing me. We spent the rest of the morning driving; giving both my body and brain a chance to settle down. By the time we pulled over for lunch, I could almost have sworn the whole thing was a dream.
We sat in a small café gas station having lunch; after fueling up. I quietly ate my food, thinking of California; and yes the woman who sat across from me. Her blonde hair hung in curls around her face; and those green eyes stared at me from time to time. We had finished and settled into the truck for our second leg, when mom totally caught me off guard.
"Look Carol" she said as she started the truck. "Let's make a deal" she said. "For this trip it's us, woman to woman, mother to daughter. No men, no rules...just us" she stared at me. "I would like to know my daughter before she leaves my house." She added.
"Mom, I've lived there all my life, you do know me" I told her.
"No" she looked at me. "I don't think my little Carol is what she appears to be...at times" she gave a soft smile.
For the rest of that afternoon we drove and played like a twenty questions. Favorite foods, favorite music, things both of us pretty much knew. We were about an hour or so from our first stop of the night at Albuquerque when the conversation shifted; and it was mom who shifted it.
"So any broken hearts left behind?" mom smiled.
"No" I sighed. "No boyfriends left in the dust" I joked.
"I didn't say just boys" mom said.
I glanced over at her but she was watching the road. I let my eyes travel over her form, those full breasts, and her flared hips; separated by an expanse of tanned tummy. None left behind, I thought, only one going with me.
"No...no broken hearts" I replied softly.
Mom glanced over at me and then back to the road; as if to say she didn't believe me, but she never said a word. At that point we were saved when her GPS beeped that our motel was at the next exit. Mom turned off onto the ramp and slowed to follow the GPS directions.
"It's not a fancy motel" she said "But it will do." She told me.
"I didn't want you to spend too much" I said, knowing that money could be tight at times.
"We'll be sharing a room, is that a problem?" she asked without looking at me.
"No, it's not a problem" I replied quickly. Just the idea of being in the same room with her sleeping sent a chill through me.
We pulled into the parking lot of a Motor Inn. I waited while mom checked us in, and then she moved the car to our room door. When we walked inside I didn't know whether I was sad or relieved to see two queen beds. I had wondered if the same room meant the same bed, apparently not.
We stored our suitcases and headed out to get dinner. After we ordered mom called dad and let him know we were safe and the trip was uneventful. Her eyes never left me as she spoke.
"No dear, she's doing just fine" mom smiled. "A little nervous maybe. But I am sure she'll make friends quickly." Mom paused.
"Yes dear I'll warn her about boys." Mom made a sour face. "I love you too, night dear."
"Not as if warning you about boys is a problem" mom said quietly after she hit the disconnect
