"It'll be at least two hours," The mechanic said to my mother and my mind automatically wanted to turn his accent-less voice into a thick southern one, because in the movies it was always said like that.
We'd been driving cross country coming home after a month of summer vacation with my Uncle's family in Nevada. It had been a good enough time there I'd had a nice summer vacation romance with my cousin's friend whom I got pretty close to. It was odd those little flings that both knew would only be short lived seemed to progress so much easier and faster than any others, beyond the fabled one night stand that is. Yet the little thing with Jenny is another story as I'm telling what happened on our way home when my mother's car broke down a little less than half way to our destination. Two hours to have the mechanic do whatever and as I looked around, suspicious from watching to many movies that would there'd end up being a serial killer or something, as that is what happened in ever movie where the car broke down in a strange town. I saw not one thing that was creepy but one thing that was entirely coincidence that nearly blew my mind. I couldn't help but utter a short surprised laugh as my mom and sister where already whispering what they wanted to do for the two hours.
"I'll meet you two back here," I told them stepping outside of the small mechanics office.
"What, where are you going?" Mom asked and being a single parent she'd never really tried hard to keep us in line, I grinned back over my shoulder.
"I said I'd meet you back here," I told her not unkindly and then before anymore conversation could be had I let the door shut and jogged up the road after the figure I had seen.
I was just about to get worried I might have lost him, thinking that too always happened in movies, when I rounded the corner he had turned and saw him disappearing into a small house in a row of small houses that looked identical except the paint of the walls and shutters. It didn't freak me out too much as there was no bad vibe about the place at all, plus I was so excited I ran on. Might have been normally I would have been a little embarrassed that I might have been mistaken or get the wrong house and look a fool, part of me was totally sure, part said it was worth the risk, and part didn't care because chances were I wouldn't see these people ever again. I walked the last thirty feet or so coming up to the screen door of the small house and knocking firmly on its frame, there was no question of my identity for a full thirty seconds, this I took as kind of odd.
"Who are you?" A woman said finally as I had looked away at the road for a moment not wanting to be creepy and be peering in the door or their windows.
"I'm..." I started and then Steven Fresh came around the corner to see who, I guessed his mother, was talking to, he blinked at me a few times and then his face started curling up into a smile. "Steven's friend! isn't that right you big dork beer!"
"Oh how about that you don't see a guy for two years and he starts off by calling you a big dork beer, you punk kid!" He came back slipping by his mom and coming out side to throw a hand out for me to shake.
I'd never really shaken my friends hands before always something I did to older people who greeted me, and I guessed it had been something he picked up since I'd last known him. I won't bore you with our catching up as I know you didn't get this story to hear about two teenagers talking soccer all the while half explaining to his mom who I was and telling him how I'd gotten there. Steven had been my best friend, almost instantly, for eight months back two years ago and then his mom had decided to move on, a better job somewhere else I guess. Either way it was like those two years had never gone by we talked quickly and happily for almost forty-five minutes, before his mom called him into another room.
I sat there for a moment in the silence leaned back more fully into my chair and looking around the room at the pictures that stood here or there. His older sister I'd seen a few times when I'd known him last and she'd been about today too never coming into the room or anything just looking down the hall a moment then going about whatever she was doing. His mom had been real young when she'd first gotten pregnant, like twelve, and had been only three months into her new life as a mother when she'd gotten pregnant again. An odd thing to most people but as my mother had been about the same it wasn't that odd to me, gave Steven and I more in common. His sister older by a year, just barely, she was alright enough looking. She had somewhat of a roundish face that was cute but was one of those you knew could have been better looking if she would have lost a little weight. She was an inch under five foot tall and I guess her height had always bothered her, she always considered herself a midget or little person, even though I had read or heard somewhere that you had to be shorter than 4'10" to be considered one. She also didn't have the oddly lumpy quality to her body that most midgets did, she normal looking, just short.
She'd been the same when I had seen her the few times before, trying to stay in the background, trying not to be seen because she considered herself near a circus freak. Today she'd walked by in a tight fitting cleavage revealing shirt that put on display her massive assets, they must have been Cs on her short little frame they looked like triple Ds or something. Now I looked around the room spying pictures of her mostly she was trying to look away or with an almost surprised look on her face, as if she hadn't known the camera was there until it snapped a picture of her. She was cute in all of them too and I realized if more time had been allowed me back then I might have tried to go for her. As the moments stretched to minutes that I was alone I pondered the idea of keeping her as my secret booty call. Pondering ways I could fuck her when I wanted too, whenever Steven wasn't looking, then have a real girlfriend outside of Erica. I thought I could have done it too playing her low self esteem against her, playing the entire brother's best friend, not wanting to ruin that friendship.
Looking around at the pictures with a perverted lens as I was I couldn't help but see his mom as alright too. I wouldn't say she was hot or anything, I'd seen women in their early thirties who I'd fuck above some girls my own age. She was just one that most guys who have sex with and only brag to their buddies that they'd gotten a piece last night, leaving out the with who. Not ugly at all but just nothing to write home about, average looks and an average body. Yet I was sure I'd have done her too if I'd ever gotten the chance, my mind suddenly in the perverted mood conjuring up scenarios were it would be logical that the two of us would get together. I laughed at the idea of fucking both mother and daughter while neither of them knew it while their brother/son didn't know it. Two booty calls all packed nicely into one house, hilarious and obviously I thought would have never really happened. I smiled up at Ms. Fresh as she came back into the room, trying to hide my thoughts from coming to my face, a couple of glasses of lemonade in her hands. She pushed one out at me and I accepted and then sat down on the chair near me putting herself so our knees almost touched.
Bare knees almost touching, "My daughter has a crush on you." She said and it was just lucky that the drink was on it's way to my lips and not at them otherwise things would have gone different as I would have sprayed her down like out of some comedy, as it was a large portion of the stuff jumped from the glass as my hand jerked and fell into my lap. "I guess she's had a crush on you from when we lived back in Stonetown." It had been very much a surprise for her to announce that so openly and very much like my line of thoughts. Now she leaned over looking over her shoulder and frowning for a moment before looking back at me her hand going out to my leg. "You see she really has a crush on you, you've got her all horny, she's been walking back and forth just to get looks at you and then going to her room to rub at herself, you know masturbate a little bit."
"Uh, huh." I said flatly caught by the conspirators gleam to Steven's mother's eyes caught by the feeling of her hand quickly venturing past the knee and up the thigh fingertips already tucking underneath my shorts.
"Well, I'd understand that you probably don't like her in that way, most guys think she's a dwarf." Her mom said voice even lower now leaning even closer to me hand totally into my shorts now her fingertips rubbing at the head of my cock, her face a mere pair of inches from mine. "They think she's not very good looking too, and then she's real shy. To tell you the truth she's never had a boyfriend before, never been kissed by anybody she's not related too, you understand what I'm telling you? What I'm getting at?" She asked and I started to nod my head then stopped and shook it, I thought I knew but she really couldn't be saying what I thought she was saying, fondling my dick or not she couldn't be saying it. "Well, you go in there and take advantage of the situation, that's what, go in there and make her suck your dick. She'll do it too, you bet she will, she'll suck your dick while she plays with herself. I'd tell you to fuck her but you wouldn't want to risk leaving a baby in her tummy would you?" This was all fucking crazy I wondered when I'd missed that deep voiced guy telling my I'd entered the Twilight Zone. "So you want to get your dick sucked?"
"I um... I um..." How do you respond to this situation, a mother feeling your cock up and asking you if you'd like to go get it sucked by her daughter.
"I can understand your reluctance, how about you go in there and get things started, then I come in after you. My little girl may not be a super model but you couldn't turn down a chance at getting pleasured by her AND me, could you?" She asked stroking my fully erect penis with fervor now her face dipping to mine and giving me a small kiss on the jaw nuzzling my head to a slant and then suckling not so gently at my neck, I let out a moan and her grip tightened on my piece. "You couldn't let the chance go to see to women masturbating while they try their hardest to get you off. Now get up and go in there, last door on the right, and I'll be along in a minute."
"Oh, oh, okay." I said as she finally pulled her hand off my cock and I sat dazed for a minute before she pointed down the hall and I stood and sort of stumbled that way.
It was true as she had said it as I got closer to the last door on the right I heard the muffled sounds of somebody doing something naughty. My cock was still raging hard in my pants and my mind was racing that this could even be happening, I turned around and Ms. Fresh give me a nod and a go on motion. I turned back and then peeked into the doorway seeing why she hadn't closed her door, because there was none in the frame. She was still completely dressed just had her hand slipped down the front of her khaki shorts her hips pushed up into the air as if she couldn't get enough of her fingers inside her. Her face was turned away from me buried in a pillow and loud moans were escaping her lips and being muffled by the cotton comforter. She was horny alright but how would she react if I walked in on her doing this private and embarrassing thing, she'd probably freak out. Then suddenly Ms. Fresh was at my back her hand reaching around and rubbing at me through my shorts her lips sinking into my neck.
"Oh shit!" I moaned as she rubbed me and rubbed herself into me as she kissed and sucked at my neck.
