Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. He dreaded the long drive to visit his aunt and cousins in Sacramento.
A whole week they would be staying. She had no special plans, but looked forward to just getting away.
It might be just what she needed to jump-start her comatose love life. With the car loaded, mom and son headed out. Travis sat next to his mom sporting his dark shades, apparently engrossed in a magazine. He was looking over the magazine, looking at his mom, ogling her. He was obsessed with her… sexually. As they drove, Travis looked his mom up and down, staring at her shapely legs, her dress had ridden up quite high exposing her smooth thighs, and her knees came apart as she drove.
It made his heart race, imagining just a glimpse of the delight that lay between. It was making him horny. He stared at her breast; they were so big that she could barely fit behind the steering wheel.
Travis thought that the only good thing coming from this stupid trip was that he was to getting to see his mom in a bikini. They were well on their way to Sac. I forgot to fill-up before we left! How could I be so stupid? They were far into the mountains and long past any filling stations. She decided their only option was to press on, and hopefully they would make it to a gas station. They did get a few miles, but as fate would have it, the car sputtered and died.
Mary pulled the lifeless vehicle over to the side of the road. Now what are we going to do? Hopefully she can help us… Damn! She put on the emergency flashers, got out, and lifted the hood. Maybe a passing motorist would stop and help them. Yet, the thought of attracting strangers on this deserted highway frightened Mary. But what other choice did she have? They waited for hours… A few cars whizzed by unconcerned for their plight.
It was starting to get dark, and Mary was feeling desperate and scared. Then a pick-up with two men in it sped by. Travis saw that far up the road the truck had pulled over; it just sat there for a few minutes… then turned around and pulled to a stop in front of them. Two men got out and approached their disabled vehicle. Mary jumped out and thankfully greeted them. With great embarrassment, she explained to them what had happened, and asked if they could help.
The men seemed friendly, and willing. That should be enough to get you to the next station. But they seemed okay, and genuinely concerned. They were very nice and clean, and truthfully, she was kind of attracted to them. They were both cute… and very well built. One was about her age, she guessed, and the other a little younger.
She could easily see herself dating either one of these guys. She was ready now, ready to let a man back into her life… or at least into her bed. Her toys where great, many times, they had saved her sanity, but she was ready now for the real thing. And Travis was older now, and much more independent… sometimes too independent. She could start thinking about herself, and about her needs. Mary agreed; they should ride along. Oh… and by the way, my names John, and this is my little brother Billy.
After everyone introduced themselves, John asked: Travis got in the back, and Mary squeezed in between the two handsome, muscular men. John soon turned off the highway on to a series of bumpy dirt roads. It was rapidly getting dark, and Mary was lost. She had no idea where they were, or where they were heading, and it was much further than she had thought it would be. The three bounced around in the cab, and Mary could feel their arms brushing against her large breast.
She assumed it was accidental, and unavoidable, and the truth be told, she kind of like it! It stirred her and she could feel her nipples hardening. It had been a long time since a man had touched her big tits.
The rougher the road got, the more their arms rubbed on her tits. She was pressed between the two big men, and it seemed, they were using her boobs as arm rest. The more the road bounced, the more they rubbed on her tits.
The blouse was short at the waist, hanging nicely off her big boobs, and showing off her still sexy midriff. The skirt was comfortable and loose, and not to short, just above the knees.
Except now, with all the bouncing around, her skirt had ridden up around her waist, exposing of her smooth shapely thighs, and nearly showing off her panties. She thought for sure he would move it. Mary quickly tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She realized what these guys had in mind, and the jeopardy she had put herself, and her son into.
She started to panic: Just take us back to our car! I can get gas somewhere else! Let me clear things up for you. And I think you know what we want. One… you cooperate, and no one has to get hurt. Or two… you make a big stink, we have to get rough, and you and your son could get badly hurt… or even WORSE.
Personally I hope you choose number one… And who knows, you might even enjoy yourself. She felt so helpless and afraid… and guilty. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have gotten herself into this mess…?
She started to cry. She knew that they had total control, and that they could do anything they wanted. As they drove on, her mind raced, trying to figure a way out of this mess. She had to let them fuck her. It was the only way. It was the only thing she could do. So Mary dried her eyes. She knew what she was going to have to do, and what they were going to do to her. She could do it… for her son.
How was she going to be able to do this? She was able, and she knew what to do. And, she used to be damn good at it… although now, she was a bit out of practice. She fantasized and masturbated all the time. Many a lonely night she would lock herself in her room and masturbate for hours, cumming over and over again, each time stronger than the last, until she was spent and exhausted.
She could get through this. Travis wondered why they had stopped in the middle of no-where. He wondered if he should get out. It looked like his mom and the men were discussing something. Then they started moving again. By the time they reached their destination, Mary had pulled herself together the best she could. She resolved herself to the reality of what she had to do.
She would do whatever these men wanted. She would do it to protect her son… She had no choice.