Millie

I decided that Mom wasn't going to just let me be her lover. I needed to start taking control. She had left the deciding up to me. I wanted her. I just needed to start showing her that I did. I had decided that incest be damned. I loved my Mother and not in the family way. I wanted her sexually. The urge to have her was the strongest feeling I had ever had. She was the singularly most beautiful woman I had ever known and I was in love with her. I knew the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I loved my sister and my aunts. I was totally IN love with my Mother. I decided to begin to take charge. The decision changed me too. Things were going to be different.

The phone rang so I picked it up,"Billy?". I knew immediately who it was! "Yeah, it's me. You've got one don't you?" I was excited now because it was the local Harley dealer calling me as I was first on the list he was holding to get a new Sportster when and if he could get one. There was a dockworkers strike and all his motorcycles still in their crates were sitting on the loading dock in Milwaukee waiting to be loaded. They'd been there over a month already. The strike was basically shutting down the shipping.

"Well, we got some new bikes in all right and you need to get in here pretty soon because I only got 5 new ones in and I've already sold 2 and got the other ones spoken for unless you want one instead of the Sportster. I've got good solid offers but you've been waiting so long I thought you might want to at least come in and look these bikes over." The voice on the line said.

It was Rip, the owner. He had gotten the nickname from racing because he was always ripping up the track. The nickname stuck and that's the only name most people knew him by. He was a shrewd businessman but really a pretty good guy and he had the best mechanic within 300 miles working for him so that was a big draw too.

"Okay Rip I'm leaving the house now and coming right out there so say 20 minutes and I'll be there." I was already heading into my room to get dressed.

"All right Billy, but don't take too much more time cause like I said I only got the other three and I can sell them today to the other guy's." Rip wasn't just jerking my chain either because I knew with the strike on and slow shipping he hadn't had a "new" bike in his shop for over a month so these would go quick!

I hung up the phone and grabbed my Levi's, then socks and the boots, a t-shirt and my Levi jacket. I didn't bother combing my hair but just slicked it back with my hand as I headed for the door.

The drive to Rip's shop went pretty fast and I saw a guy outside with a black Sportster as I drove up. It must have been a custom job as instead of the regular Sporty tank it had the split tanks of the bigger '74's on it. I thought that was a great idea and would talk to Rip about getting some for my Sporty after awhile. I hurried to the glass door and swung it open. The shop was an old industrial warehouse that he had got cheap and converted into a business. It was very spacious inside with a solid concrete floor and room enough to ride a motorcycle around in! It was so big our voices actually echoed as we spoke.

I had gone directly to the crate that Bob was tearing open as the bike in it was red and that was my color. I could see right away though that this wasn't a Sportster as it also had the split fat gas tanks of a bigger bike. What the hell was this? "Hey Rip! Where's the Sportsters?" I half yelled even though he was only a few feet away.

There wasn't any hesitation in his voice when he said,"They're sitting on a loading dock in Milwaukee and I'm told it will be at least three months before I see one if the strike is over today because of the backlog in shipping!" He was giving me a hard stare now to let me know he was telling me the truth. "So if you want a new bike it's going to be one of these!" He was pointing at the two crated still unmolested in the back.

"I like this red one!: I was pointing to the one Bob was uncrating now.

"Sold." Rips voice was solid and I just looked at him. "You want that one you'll need to talk this man here out of it." He was standing next to a biker that probably outweighed me by double and was giving me a missing tooth smile that was as fake as the friendliness he was showing. I knew that was a lost cause.

I sauntered over to the two other bikes in the crates and started eyeballin' them through the wood slats. "What in the hell are they cause I know they ain't Sportsters but they have Sportster front ends but everything else is different." Rip ignored me for the moment and just let me look and babble to myself.

There was a solid blue one and a white one still in the crates. I didn't want a blue one for sure so I began to really look the white on over. It was a pretty nice looking bike! Sportsterish but heavier. I could see the big V-Twin motor and knew it was a 74 right away but it was built like a Sportster. I heard the one outside fire up and I was instantly in love!

I headed to the front door to see the bike as it was riding away. I just stood there holding the glass door handle as Rip came up behind me. "They're new Superglides."

"What?" I asked.

"Superglides, it's basically a 74 motor and frame with a Sportster front end mated to it. It's stripped of all the tabs and mountings for the regular FLH stuff like saddle bags and nerf bars. It's got pegs instead of footboards and no windshield. Built like a Sportster, but made to go long distance." Rip had walked over to a white one sitting on the "showroom" floor which was a clear space in front of the huge glass window he had cut into the front of the tin building. Now I noticed the bike was solid white all right but had red and blue decals on the tank and rear fender. I liked it.

"I'll take this one!" I said it to Rip but was looking at the bike.

"Sorry, this one's sold. It was sold before they ever arrived and it's already paid for so you ain't gettin' it!" Rip was smiling as he said it.

"Oh yeah, that brings up another big question since we had agreed to a Sportster and did all that paperwork and all for the $2650, just exactly what do these run?" I was slowly shifting into business mode.

"Well they are a little more and you can wait for your Sportster, but like I said it will be at least another three months getting here and I do have another white Superglide over there in that crate." I eyed him as he nodded toward the crates in the back. "I got a call from a guy over in Lubbock that wants one and is on his way over here now. He said he'd be here by now, but I'm expecting him anytime. Now we haven't actually signed any papers yet so if you want that white one you better decide BEFORE the other guy gets here." Rip was being a little dramatic but I knew he was right.

"I decided! I'll take the white one. When will it be ready to go?" I was walking back toward the crates.

"Bob'll do that one next. Takes two hours prep time and then she'll be ready to ride."

"Hell I'll cut that time down by uncrating her myself!" I was hot to trot now and Rip knew it. Bob was giving me the evil eye as I passed his workstation.

Rip was holding my arm at the elbow now. Hell I didn't know the old shit could move that fast! "I really don't think Bob needs any help and he's pretty fucking particular about uncrating bikes himself so if I were you I'd head up to the office with me and let's get your paperwork sorted out before that other guy gets here." Rip was tugging me along now and I went knowing he was right. The paperwork took almost 40 minutes and when we were through Bob had finished with the red bike and the new owner was pushing it to the doors to leave. Bob just gave me a hard wary look and said,"Well I'm hungry for some lunch so I think I'll take a lunch break and go get me a burger and a beer!" He was wiping his hands on a shop towel.

If Bob left to go to lunch and started drinking beer, I knew he wouldn't be back to the shop today! "Bob I want that white one and I know you've been workin' your ass off so how about I go get you some lunch and bring it back here while you at least get it uncrated huh?" Bob shrugged his massive shoulders and again gave me that look. "Hey my treat too Bob, I mean if your gonna do me a favor an' all." His eyes rolled up and he really shrugged in an exaggerated show of disbelief! It was comical because I knew he was going to get the bike ready anyway but it was his way of waggling a free lunch out of me. "Lotta Burger Okay?" I asked as I headed to the doors.

"yeah and a beer too!" Bob boomed.

"No beers!" Rip yelled and I knew it was the boss telling his employee not to get started.

"You want one too Rip?" I added.

"Naw, my stomach can't take that fried shit no more. I brought a lunch in but thanks anyway." Rip was shaking his head as I glanced back at the door. Bob was already prying the crate open with a pry bar. I drove to the Lotta Burger and ordered. I also went next door to the Liquor store and got bob a case of Buds.

When I got back to the shop the bike was out and Bob had really been busy on it as everything was looking like a bike and less like a crated hulk. I had the burgers and fries and two cokes on top of the case of Bud as it was easier to carry that way. Bob saw me when I came in and started toward his workstation.

Rip cut me off before I got there though."No beer Goddammit! I told you no fucking beer!" I smiled at Rip and answered,"You told Bob no beers, but you didn't say shit to me! Quit worrying boss man, I got this!"

Rip threw his hands in the air in defeat! "All right you asshole I warned you but it's your bike he's workin' on so if he fucks something up don't come back cryin'!"

Bob was grinnin' like a shit eating possum.

I put it all down next to the empty lift and went over an got part of the outer cardboard cover of the crate and set it on the lift top as a make shift table. Bob was rubbing his hands together ready to get started. I put the burgers, fries and cokes on the cardboard.

His whole expression changed when I flipped the case of beer on end and sat on it like a stool.

"You rotten bastard, that's some cold shit right there!" Bob's face was red and he was pissed at me, but I could tell he also knew and understood WHY I was doing it. I didn't want Rip mad at me and I definitely didn't want Bob going off the reservation at work, but I did want Bob to know I had taken care of him too. Delicate balance I hoped was working. Bob slapped me on the back hard and said,"Fucking asshole!" But he laughed too which made it all right. I was happy. I looked over and Rip was happy too cause he secretly gave me a thumbs up sign.

It was going to be at least another hour before the bike would be ready. I had done all the paperwork and signed my life away. Bob was pissed at me so I knew he wasn't about to let me anywhere near the bike before he was sure it was good to go. While we were talking over lunch I asked him to change the counters-haft sprocket from a 22 to a 26 tooth. I also asked if the front Sportster tubes could be replaced with 6" over length tubes. He nodded and I said I wanted that done too. He agreed and said it wouldn't be a problem at all, for another case of beer! I almost choked on my burger! When the laughter stopped I told him okay but the beer had to go in his trunk and I would go get another case and make sure it was icy cold when I came back just before closing so the beer would be ready to drink. He agreed. I started thinking about Mom.

The whole thing went through my mind a few times from start to finish. Each time I started it I seemed to go back just a little bit further with small things that Mother had done. Something she had said, or just the way she had said it, or the way she looked at me at times. I also started to remember the times I had seen her or rather I realized now, the times she had allowed me to see her. It all started to make sense. It had just sort of escalated, gained momentum until the recent teasing. I really became aware I think with the car deal and the ride after. Mom was a hot little babe. Everyone else saw it but me. I was so naive.

She had not been on a date really since that asshole from the store next door to the cleaners had taken her out dancing that one night. I remembered the late hour she got home. The shower and in the morning the bruises. But I also noted that he never called or bothered her again either. I smiled at that. Mom was a southwest Texas woman, raised on a farm and tough as nails. She didn't need anyone's help and woe be unto the man that ever thought she was an easy mark when she didn't want to be. I'm betting that guy found that out the hard way! But the other side of the coin was that Mom could also be very willing and totally mild mannered too. She would go along with anything if she was in the right mind and with the right person.

I decided I was the right person for her now.

"Hello." It was my buddy and I explained I needed to come get him and let him drop me off back here and take the car home, I got a better idea and although it meant a little more driving I promised him a case of beer too just for helping me out. He was happy. It took us almost an hour to get it all done and I was back at the dealership with an icy cold case and a smile big as the state I was in!

She was sitting there ready to go right in front of the glass doors. Looked mean! My buddy had dropped me off and was already gone. I saw Rip in the office with the guy from Lubbock and when he saw me he gave me the finger through the glass and mouthed,"You owe me!", silently to me. I shrugged and shook my head in agreement and mouthed,"Tomorrow" back at him. He just nodded and I handed Bob the beer and swung my leg over the hog and as Bob held the glass doors I pushed it out. I didn't wait for Bob to close the doors but fired it up right there. There ain't no sound like that of a Harley Davidson motorcycle! None. It was catalytic. Brought things together.

Gloves out of the rear pocket and on sunglasses on and helmet on. Kick it in gear and dump the clutch and as Jackie Gleason used to say,"Away we go!"

It felt good and I was riding with a purpose. I was into it. Enjoying the sounds of the pipes and the feel of the bars. I adjusted the mirrors so I could see and started winding up through traffic. It was gonna be a great day!

The ride wasn't long and I saw her looking around the parking lot as I pulled in. She looked in my general direction but had her face scrunched up in an almost panicked look. She was frantically looking all over for the car, her car, the one I had taken home already when my buddy brought me by earlier. That was one of the little errands that took up so much time. An extra leg of driving and double back. As the bike rolled to a stop in front of her she finally looked at my face and the relief of recognition washed over her.

"What the hell is this? I thought you couldn't get your bike because of the dockworkers strike?" She was looking the big beast over while she babbled on. I took the small helmet I had in front of me on the seat and held it out to her.

"I can't get on that thing! Where's my car? What did you do with it? Surely you don't expect me to ride that home do you?" I just shook the helmet at her. She took it in one hand and had her purse in the other,"What do I do with my purse? I don't know anything about these damn things. How do I get on? Where do I put my feet? It was idling and I was still on it so I reached back and flipped the passenger pegs down for her.

"Just like a horse, just put your foot there and step up and over." She did. I reached behind me and grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. Her eyes were wide as I told her,"Grab onto me and hold on, and when I lean you lean and don't worry about anything else baby." She did as I said.

I kicked it in gear and did my Jackie Gleason imitation again. I didn't head home but instead headed to the freeway. We had to stop at a light just short of the entrance. I tilted my head back so she could hear me and said,"You're gonna really get off on this baby 'cause this is the biggest vibrator you've ever had between your beautiful legs and I've got control of it!" I blipped the throttle and she squealed as the feel hit her. The light changed and I took us off smooth as silk and just went through the gears, winding each out a little to get a feel for the performance. I had ridden a Sportster and also a FLH which was a full dress big Harley, but this one was different. It was a FLH motor with all the power on a slim stripped down frame with minimal accessories. Light and fast, very fast!

When I looked down at the embedded speedo in the fuel tank it was hovering around 90 and I was in 3rd gear still. Wasn't too high on it either. Popped it into 4th and just allowed it to drag itself back down to 70. It sounded good too. I felt her arms tighten around me and I knew she was feeling it too.

Mom was going to like this bike. She had never ridden a motorcycle before but she was going to ride mine! Yes I thought she was going to ride mine, hard and often. I had made up my mind just like that and just at that particular moment. I was going to make my Mother my babe. I started laughing and Mom squeezed me again and I could tell she was curious as to what had made me laugh. I tilted my head back and yelled,"Congratulations bitch, you're my Mama now!"

She didn't get it and me calling her a bitch didn't go over too well either. She hit me square in the middle of the back with a balled fist. Hard too. I laughed even harder. We were getting out of town pretty far and I didn't want to go to far, at least not with the hog! I took the next exit and circled over but stopped when we were dead on top of the overpass. Traffic was light as it was only a Thursday and later in the afternoon.

We just sat there for a couple of seconds, bike idling. She was pissed at me and I could tell from the tone of her voice when she yelled in my ear,"I'm not a bitch and I don't appreciate you calling me one!"

I reached back and literally drug her off the back of the bike by her arm. She came off unbalanced and after stumbling around finally got her feet under her and stood facing me. She was wearing tan slacks because she needed the protection from all the hot steam pipes at work, and she had on a white button up blouse and one of her iron clad bras as I called them because the stitching around and around each cup would have made any viking woman proud. Her eyes went wide still encased in the helmet. Her expression dark.

"Take off your blouse!" It was a demand and I said it loudly. Why not we were the only ones that could hear me.

"What?" She was dumbfounded!

"I said for you to unbutton your blouse and take it off bitch!" I talked slow, pronouncing each word individually, menacingly.

At first she just stared into my eyes but then while our eyes were locked she brought her hands up and started to unbutton her blouse. Tears were forming in her eyes but she was making a valiant effort to hold them back. When the front of the blouse was undone completely and she was fumbling with the cuffs of the long sleeves I said,"Stop!"

I had yelled it so loudly she immediately she did just that and stopped her eyes locked onto mine.

"Walk over here, in front of me so that I can see you strip bitch!" I was pointing to a spot in front of the bike, "And hurry the fuck up while you're at it!"

She suddenly realized her part in the little play. Total relief washed over her. Her entire demeanor changed suddenly and she was into it. She understood. She sashayed to the front of the bike and took on a stripper pose as she unlooped the cuff buttons. The top slid off her shoulders and she held the tails and pulled them tight in front of her and sawed them back and fourth making her shoulders shimmy which forced her tits to sway in the bra as she did this.