Zoe and Her Son's American Dream 01

Zoe and her Son's American Dream Part One

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2021 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and also over the age of eighteen. No A.I. was used in creating this story.

My name is Zoe, and my son is Benicio or, as he prefers it, Ben. Our upper-middle-class existence vanished when a drug cartel killed my husband. In the following months, we walked and hitched rides for over four thousand miles, from the city where we lived at the bottom of South America to the US - Mexico border. We had to wait south of the border for a way across.

It would cost me all the money we had to pay the crooks who arranged the final ride up to the fence, then under the wire, and into a waiting truck. I had gold hidden in my body. It was hard to stay safe, but having a big son helped. Other women on this trip have not been so lucky, as I have seen many rapes and even a few murders, but that's simply a part of life here in South America.

The crooks that run the border crossings were the most dangerous part of our journey. Before this trip, Ben used his old computer to research. Picking the ones that took you through and picked you up on the other side was crucial. I had Ben chatting online with people who had made it around and finding out who helped them. The others might have been cheaper, but they were too risky. We had been told how some of these border coyotes left you to die in the desert. Eventually, we had two contacts, Joe and Bruno. Neither sounded like nice men, but we had been told they were somewhat reliable.

Ben and I finally got to the closest town to the border and soon found Bruno. He was a rough-looking man with a dirty beard, a big belly, and calloused hands. He placed us in a room in a rundown house out of town. We were crammed in with other families trying to start a new life. We were dragged out of the room the night before we were to go.

"It's $1500 to go over the border," Bruno said gruffly.

"We will have the money for you when we get to the border," I said confidently.

"I need the money upfront."

"Then you will take the money and leave us here. We may as well find someone else. I have the money," trying not to shake.

"Okay, show it to us now."

This was a gamble, but I had to show him something, or he wouldn't take us anywhere. I reached into my bra, pulled out a gold earring, and handed it to him. He looked at it and weighed it on a small scale he pulled from his pocket.

"That's $150, where is the rest!"

"I will have it with me when we go," trying not to show the fear I was feeling.

"Find the rest," Bruno said to his men.

They grabbed me and started to take my top off when Ben jumped up and pushed them away. Bruno pulled a large knife from his belt and threatened Ben, but he stood fast. I bounced between them.

I looked at Ben. "Stop! It's okay. I have this." turning towards Bruno. "I don't have the rest on me, but I will get it before we go."

"Take your clothes off, or my men will do it for you," looking me up and down.

I nodded toward Ben. "Not in front of the boy."

He only laughed and put the knife's point to Ben's throat.

I had no choice. I unbuttoned my top, undid my bra and pulled it off. I covered my breasts with my arm and showed them there was nothing in the bra. Bruno motioned to my jeans, and I unbuttoned them, slowly lowered them, and kicked them off. Ben looked at the ground and then back at me sadly. Bruno pulled my hand away and put his rough hand on my breast. I pushed his hand away.

"The panties, too!" he said in an angry tone.

I hooked my thumb in my panties, wiggling my hips to slide my panties down to my ankles. Bruno stepped forward and went to push his hand between my legs. He stopped when he saw the tampon string hanging from my pussy. I was banking on that, as it had saved me from being raped before. He told me to get dressed, seemingly disappointed his game had come to nothing.

"You better have the rest when we get to the border, or I will bury you and your son six inches this side of the USA," said Bruno, scowling.

The next day was grueling and easily the most stressful of my life. We got to the border around nightfall after a truck ride into the desert. We were in constant pain from bouncing around on the hard truck floor. I gripped Ben's hand, feeling it shaking. We then had to walk for hours with only the water we could carry. We waited for Bruno to get a text that the border patrol had passed. We had just 20 minutes to get through the tunnel under the fence. Once on the other side, we had a map to a meeting point where a truck would take us to the nearest town.

I handed Bruno the gold rings worth more than the balance we owed him, and we ran for our lives. Ben was pulling me along hard, and after 50 yards, only a few young men were ahead of us. We crawled through the tunnel and ran into the brush. I didn't know if we were heading in the right direction. Ben kept pulling me along with him, but suddenly, we heard sirens and saw lights behind us. We kept running and saw a helicopter fly to the right. We hid in a drain for a few minutes, our hearts pounding, and when we felt safer, we jumped up and pushed on into the thick brush.

"This will slow us down, Ben," I whispered.

"I know, and they will think we went the other way, I hope," Ben whispered back.

We ran long into the night, and I was exhausted, barely able to walk. We came across a small dirt road with grass on wheel tracks; it was used sparingly. We walked in the brush parallel to the road just as the sun was starting to lighten the sky. We saw a station wagon ahead on the side of the road just before an intersection. I didn't know if this was our lift, but we had to take the chance as it would soon be daylight, and we would be easily spotted. As we got closer to it, the passenger door opened.

"Get in." a voice whispered.

We turned to run into the brush.

"Do you want to get caught and sent back to Mexico?"

"How can we trust you?" I said, my voice trembling.

"I'm looking for workers, but we will all get caught if we stay any longer. Now either leave or get in the fucking car!" The voice was stern, and I knew I had to think quickly.

It was a considerable risk, but it was time to roll the dice. Ben pushed me towards the station wagon, looking at the brightening sky. He had a point; we were out of time. We jumped in, and the driver sped off down the road. He took a right at the next intersection onto another dirt road,

The driver introduced himself. "I'm Mark. I'm looking for two workers at my home."

"I'm Zoe, and this is my son Benicio" as I tried to control my nerves.

"You need to get out of those clothes now."

Ben jumped forward, and I put my hands up in front of myself.

"No, I'm not trying to molest you, but you look and smell awful, and we might get pulled up by a border patrol between here and the highway. One sniff in this car, and we will be caught. In the glove box are some nappy wipes, and I have some baggy clothes in the back. Here is a brush. You have half that thicket in your hair." Mark waved the brush at me.

We started removing our clothes, and I saw Mark looking in the mirror. I gave him a look and stopped removing my top. Mark pulled his gaze away, embarrassed that he had been caught.

I moved as quickly as possible to remove my clothes and clean myself up, trying not to give Mark or my son a show. Ben and I sorted the clothes and picked something to fit us.

"Put the baseball cap on Benicio, and if we get pulled over, just look down and grunt yes or no answers," Mark said, looking back at Ben.

"It's Ben!" Ben snapped sharply.

"Okay then, Ben," Mark replied.

"Get in the front with me, Zoe. You are my wife, and Ben is my adopted son. Tie the old clothes in a bundle, and I'll pull over, and you can stash them behind a tree. Get ready... okay NOW." Mark shouted as he pulled over for only a moment.

I jumped out, stashed the clothes, and returned to the front this time. I was worried he was going to speed off with my son. He leaned over me to grab something out of the glove compartment and sprayed me with it, and it smelled divine. I looked, and it was a bottle of perfume shaped like a black high-heeled shoe. He put it back, grabbed some Lynx, and threw it to Ben.

"Spray some of this on yourself, Ben. You smell like you crawled through a sewer drain," Mark said with a little more warmth.

We saw lights flashing and the patrolman waving us over.

"Hi, officer, was I speeding?" Mark said.

"I'm just doing some checks; we had some people come across the border last night," he said, flashing his light in Mark's face, making him shield his eyes. "Do you have your driver's license and registration?"

Mark handed him some paperwork, and the officer directed his light on Ben and then me.

"Who are you travelling with, Mr. Anderson?" He indicated to us with the light.

"My wife, Zoe and my adopted son, Benicio," Mark said as he touched my thigh.

I covered Mark's hand with mine, squeezed it a little and moved it to my lap.

"And how old are you, Benicio?" he said, nodding towards Ben.

"Eighteen, and I'm hoping to get a hug out of him before he's twenty," Mark said with a sad shrug of his shoulders.

"Don't you want to give your old man a hug, Benicio?" The officer asked, looking in the back window and making me very nervous.

"No. And it's Ben," he grunted.

The officer turned back to Mark. "It will take time. He will come around. It took a while with my oldest stepson, but we made it," the officer said with genuine concern. "You folks can be on your way, have a nice day."

"Thanks for the advice. You have a great day, too." Mark rolled up his window, pulled away, and drove onto the main road.

A few miles later, I noticed I still had Mark's hand in my lap. He hadn't pulled it away. I let go of his hand, and he put it back on the wheel and smiled at me.

"How did you know what to say?" I asked as I looked at him in wonder.

"I'm a writer. I had this plan worked out. Well, most of it. I was looking for a husband-and-wife team to work as my cleaner and gardener at my property. But after waiting three nights, I panicked and picked you two up. The stepson thing was just dumb luck."

"Where is your property?" I asked.

"Near Kentwood, more than a day's drive from here. We will drive north away from El-Paso and the border, then head east to Jackson. We'll stop on the way to get a good night's sleep and a shower." Mark said with a sniff. "We all need it."

"I need to earn enough to feed Ben and Me. How much will we get paid?" I said, more worried we were going to be slave labor.

"Food and a bed will be supplied, and I will pay the going rate. I didn't go to all this trouble to lose you to someone."

Knowing he would pay us for the work put me at ease. I looked back at Ben, and he was already asleep. It was not surprising since he had dragged me along all night. We would have been caught if not for him. I looked at Mark. He was a nice-looking man, around forty, I guessed. His dark hair had started to go grey at the temples, and his glasses made him look like a writer. Of course, that was if he was telling the truth.

We pulled into a roadside diner around midday on Highway twenty near Midland. We sat down, and I looked at Mark, wondering what he would order for us. He was studying his menu and looked up at me.

He had a concerned look. "Order anything you like; I'm starving, and you must be too."

"Really?" both Ben and I echoed.

"Really. I'm certain it must have been a while since your last meal, so dig in," Mark said, smiling.

We ordered each meal, even though we could easily have eaten two. I couldn't tell Mark we hadn't eaten in three days; however, Mark must have noticed us devouring our food because after he paid for our fuel, he returned with a box filled with snacks for the trip. I couldn't help but smile as Ben's eyes lit up at the sight of all the goodies, most of which he had never seen before. Mark smiled, too, as we shared a tube of Pringles.

We pulled up at a motel after dark. Mark looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute. He booked a room with two double beds. We went in, and Mark followed with the bag of clothes.

"You take a shower first. I have a T-shirt for you to put on when you are done," Mark said as he threw it at me.

I showered quickly, still not feeling safe yet. Ben went in next, holding a pair of shorts, and Mark went last, taking his wallet and keys with him. I realized he did not trust us yet. My tee was long enough to cover my body, but I still had no panties or bra. I noticed Ben stealing glances at my breasts. And I saw the growing bulge in his shorts. He had seen it all before, but this felt different somehow, warming me inside.

"I'm going to bed," Ben said, looking from one bed to the other, then at Mark.

"You two take that one, and I will have this one." Mark motioned to the bed on his side of the room.

Ben climbed in, attempting to hide his bulge, and I slid under the covers, trying to stop the T-shirt from rising on my body. Mark did the same, wearing only boxers, and turned the light off. I waited for a while and heard Mark lightly snoring. I lay with my back to Ben, who kept fidgeting, but it wasn't long until I eventually nodded off. On our long trip north, I had trained myself to be a light sleeper for survival reasons. I woke up when I felt an arm come over my body, and I could feel Ben pressing against my back. His bulge was between my ass cheeks. With his slow breathing, I was sure he was sleeping, but his clean body touching mine and his bulge pressing into my ass felt good. I am ashamed to admit I was getting wet.

Mark woke us up at dawn, and we quickly dressed and packed into the car. Picking up breakfast rolls at a drive-thru, we were back on the road again. We drove all day and into the night before pulling onto a dirt road. After travelling for half an hour, we came to a gate, and it was another ten minutes until we saw a large house in the headlights.

"We're home. I'll be glad to be in my own bed," Mark said, stretching. He jumped out of the car and opened the front door, waving us inside.

"I'm hoping you will like staying here and working for me. I'll show you to your room so you can shower, and I will look in the freezer for something for us to eat tonight," Mark said, leading the way.

We followed him into the entry hall with staircases going up each side to the second floor. The old wooden staircases looked like something out of 'Gone With the Wind' with carpet runners on each step. It needed a good clean, but underneath was the bones of a stately home. We followed Mark up one of the stairs and to the left down a hallway to a heavy wooden door. When he opened it, my jaw dropped; the room was huge. I could see an attached bathroom through an open doorway.

"We get to stay here?" I asked, forgetting to hide my enthusiasm.

"It's part of the job package. I only have one room ready for now, so you will have to share for a bit. Your bathroom is through that door. Yell out if you need anything," Mark said as he turned and left the room.

I had a shower and put back on the sundress I had been wearing. Using the deodorant I took from the motel last night, I walked out to let Ben have his turn. He did the same, and when he finished, we walked down the stairs, following the smell of cooking. It was reheated food from the freezer, but it was probably still better than anything we had eaten in weeks.

"So, do you think you two can work here?" Mark asked excitedly.

"You know the saying when it's too good to be true, Mark? I'm still waiting for the but..." I said, and Ben nodded, confirming he thought the same thing.

Mark looked down at his feet. "You're right, there is a "but", and it's kind of a big one."

"I won't be a sex slave!" I shouted. My eyes narrowed as I glared at him, and my hands settled on my hips as I readied myself to defend my refusal against his suggestion.

"NO! NEVER!! I want you to know you never have to have sex with anyone in my home, ever! It's not like that. I was going to tell you I'm a nudist!"

I was shocked. "I don't know what to say..." My mind couldn't process what he had said, and then a thought occurred to me. "Wait. Are you expecting me to be nude, too? What about Ben? I....I..."

"I expected to pick up a husband and wife, not you two. But I understand if you feel you need to move on. You are far away from the border now so no one will be looking at your ID around here. You should be able to get cash-in-hand work soon enough. No hard feelings," He looked down at his hands and began picking at them, though there was nothing on them.

"I can't decide now. We will have to talk about it tonight," I said, looking at Mark, trying to decide if I was angry at the situation he had put us in.

I walked across the kitchen, opened the stove, looked at the pizzas Mark had been cooking, and saw they were done. There were dishes in the sink, tell-tale cup rings on most surfaces, and dust on every windowsill. It was definitely a man's house. I found some clean plates and served the meal.

"What about outside? Will I have to be nude out there, too?" Ben asked, looking Mark straight in the eyes.

"Well, it's nearly ten miles to the nearest road, with woodlands on all sides. That's why I bought the property. Also, it's quiet for my writing. If you want to be nude outside, there is no one to see you but us," Mark said, looking directly back at Ben, seeming like he was telling the truth.

We ate in silence. I thought about the job offer and assumed that Ben was, too. After dinner, I made excuses, and Ben and I returned to our room. I went into the bathroom and squatted down. I pulled at a string that had been concealed inside of me and slid out the remaining gold rings from my pussy. I washed them in the sink. I thought there might be five hundred dollars' worth left. It would get us somewhere if we needed it.

"Okay, what do you think? Stay or go find something new?" I asked as I came out of the bathroom and showed him the few gold rings we had left.

"This house is bigger than anything I have ever seen before. It's not smart to go back out onto the road. If we make one wrong move, we will be straight back over the border. That much gold won't get us back again."

"I know, but we will be naked all the time." I shook my head, still trying to wrap my mind around the situation.

"I have seen men grab and touch you for the last month. I have seen you pull gold from your pussy in the desert. At least here, we will be in control and can walk away. Mark broke the law by helping us at the border. He can't stop us from leaving, and it doesn't sound like he wants us to go. I doubt Mark would ever want to try helping someone at the border again. He is not like us; he has never seen the drugs, death, and poverty we have. I think the adventure was a little scarier for him in real life," Ben said, with a maturity I had not expected.

I could tell he was more worried about what worse things might be out there than being naked with his mother. He could be right, but I was more concerned that my body would betray me. I was always easily aroused, and walking around naked with cocks out on display, I had no doubt I would be dripping in no time. Without panties, it would be evident to all. I may not be a nymphomaniac, but I'm closer than most. Even Bruno's calloused hands on my breasts caused an itch I had to scratch the last night in Mexico.

I woke up the next morning just after dawn. It was a beautiful day. I thought about last night, pulled off my T-shirt and went to the door. I stood there for a few minutes before taking a deep breath. I opened it and went down to the kitchen. I started with a basic cleaning around the stove before cooking some bacon and eggs. I knew this would draw any hungry person within smelling distance. It worked, and Ben plodded down the stairs first. Mark followed closely; they both stopped and stared at me.