The big semi rumbled to a stop in the gravel parking lot outside the small diner. It was eleven o'clock at night, and there were only three or four trucks parked outside the place. The simple neon sign said "EATS". It wasn't what you would call a very fancy place. The faint light barely lit the faces of George and Sam in the cab of the truck.
Sam was pale, and his hands were sweating, but his rod stirred in his crotch all the same.
"This is where she's supposed to be workin', son. She works the night shift and gets off at midnight I was told. Now, I'm leavin' it up to you as to how you want to handle it. I'm going to take the truck back to that motel we was at and stay there 'til I hear from you. If you want to bring her back there, then go ahead. If you think it's best not to, then I'll be waiting for you to meet me there when you're finished. Good luck!"
"How will I know which one she is, Poppa?"
"Well, you know her name's Blanche. She'll probably be wearin' one of them name tags. And your sister looks a lot like she did when she was her age. You shouldn't have no trouble pickin' her out."
"Okay, Poppa. Be seein' you." He got out of the truck and walked toward the diner as his father pulled away.
Inside the place looked like all the other little truck stops. There was a counter, a line of booths, and one corner filled with all kinds of magazines, tobacco, and that kind of crap. Two truckers were sitting together at one table with a waitress hanging over them, laughing and joking with them. She had jet-black hair, so Sam was pretty sure that she wasn't his mom.
The only other woman in the place was behind the counter scrubbing down the grill. She had her back to the door, and all Sam could see was a mass of flaming-red hair piled up on the top of her head. His mom didn't have red hair, so he was puzzled and wondered what to do. Maybe she wasn't working that night. He figured that he would buy a cup of coffee and ask around for a waitress named Blanche.
He felt a little more at ease as he walked over to the counter and climbed up on one of the stools. The place was messy, but not so dirty that you would worry about eating there. The woman working on the grill turned around a little bit at the sound of his approach and said, "Be right with you, mister." He flushed a little at the sound of being called mister. He picked up a menu in one of those greasy plastic holders and looked at it.
"Hello, sonny. What are you doin' out at this time of night? What you want to order?" the woman said. He looked up to ask for a cup of coffee and looked into his mom's face. There was no mistake about it. Her hair was the wrong color, but he realized that she must have dyed it. Her cheeks were rosier than Mary Lou's, but otherwise the faces were just the same. There on her big, luscious bosom was a name plate with "Blanche" on it. He swallowed hard in his confusion.
"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," he stuttered.
She looked at his face with some interest for a few seconds.
"Just bring me a cup of coffee, and make it black."
"Sure, honey. Comin' right up." She turned and poured a cup of coffee for him and brought it over to the counter. She looked at him again with some interest in her eyes. "You're a fine-lookin' young man."
She shook her head. "You're a funny one. What's your name?"
"Steve," he said. He cocked his head back and gave her the eye. "How come you're so interested?"
She shook her head and picked up a towel and began wiping off the counter top. "Oh, it's nothin'. You just reminded me of a guy I used to go out with about a million years ago."
"That's funny. You remind me of a girl I kind of go steady with."
She laughed. "Don't give me that shit, sonny. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"What difference does that make? I like 'em on the mature side."
She threw back her head and laughed heartily. "Will you look at him now! Makin' a pass at me when he's just barely out of his diapers and don't know how to use the thing yet except to pee through."
Sam's ears reddened a little bit, but he just sat and smiled at her, shaking his head from side to side and brushing his full lips across the rim of the coffee mug which he held in his hands. He looked out at her from under his thick black eyelashes and let her have her joke.
She chuckled and put her fists on her hips and looked at him with her head tilted to one side. "No, maybe I'm wrong. You ain't sputterin' and braggin' about how many girls you've laid. Maybe you ain't so wet behind the ears after all. God knows, we didn't wait around 'til we was twenty-one in my day, and I bet things haven't changed much since then. Come on, handsome stud like you, tell me how many girls you've screwed."
He continued to look at her from under his lashes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a little half-smile. "Just two," he said.
"Now I believe you are tellin' me the truth. Just two, huh? That's too bad. A fine good-lookin' boy like you! Just gettin' started, ain't you? I bet those girls didn't know no more about it than you did. No wonder you're sniffin' around this old bag. You know a woman, a real woman, could teach you a few things no skinny-assed girl would ever think of, don't you?"
"A guy could learn a lot from you," he said softly, grinning at her.
She leaned over the counter top and put her hand up to his hair, twisting a bit of it around her finger. She was showing him the ample proportions of her big, full, rich tits.
"You want to learn a few lessons tonight, sonny?" she said, looking at his ear and avoiding his eyes.
"Sure," he said in a harsh whisper.
She giggled. "I get off work in about fifteen minutes, stud. You think you can last that long?"
"I've waited a long, long time for this. I guess I can wait fifteen more minutes," he said.
"Drink your coffee up. I'll take you back to my trailer when I get finished here."
She went back to work on the grill, scrubbing it as fast as she could and cleaning up the rest of the place. The other waitress came over and took a look at him. She whispered something to his mom about robbing the cradle, and the two women laughed. She kept glancing back at him while she worked, as if to make sure that he was still there, but there was something else in her eyes, a look of searching.
She came back over to where he was sitting just before she finished up. She leaned way over the counter and whispered to him, "You got a big one, sonny?" She giggled again.
"So big I don't know how I'm going to get up off this stool," he said.
She was delighted. "Having a hard time?"
"You know it!"
"I'll get us a sack of doughnuts to take back with us. You can carry it in front of you."
"Better make it a big sack," he said.
She pinched his cheek and winked. "Oh, you boy! You're a fresh one, ain't you?"
She finally finished up her work and handed him the sack of doughnuts. He really did need it, too. His cock was down the leg of his pants and trapped there. He wasn't hard all the way, but he had enough of a boner to show off the size of the donkey dong he had inherited from his poppa.
He had been watching her all that time, taking an inventory of her figure. She wasn't much taller than Mary Lou, but her figure was very full and lush. Her tits were even bigger than Cindy's – big soft pillows of tits. Her waist was still neat and small, but her hips rolled with the fullness and femininity of a mature woman. He reckoned her age to be about thirty-four or five. She was a long way from being an old bag, but she was no teenager either. She was in fine shape, a hell of a good-looking woman.
He was excited about the whole business, just of the idea of meeting her and finding out about who his mother was. But there was the even more exciting idea of going to bed with her, of fucking his own mom! Not many guys ever had a chance to do that! And not many guys had mom's who were as good-looking and sexy as his! He giggled to himself.
He was still trying to figure out whether he should go to bed with her first, or tell her who he was. She might not want to fuck him if she knew that he was her son. He wanted to be able to say that he was a real, honest-to-God motherfucker, but he didn't want to do her dirty, either. He didn't want to get her upset and unhappy if she thought that it was bad. He couldn't make up his mind, but he wasn't thinking too clearly anyway.
She unlocked the door of the trailer and led him in. The place featured a large unmade bed at one end. She motioned for him to sit down on the end of it while she went to the little refrigerator. "You want a beer?" she asked.
"No, no thank you," he said.
"You mind if I have one?"
"No, not at all." He sat there watching her, the words, "Mom, Mom, Mom," pounding through his head the whole time. She came back with the beer and sat down beside him.
He felt like he ought to tell her who he was, but she kept him busy asking him little questions and patting him on his leg while she drank her beer. She put her arm around his shoulders and ran her fingers over his broad back and played with his ear, blowing in it and tickling him. He was getting very aroused in spite of his worries. She really knew how to turn a boy on, and before he realized what he was doing, he was stroking her big tits and working his fingers under her bra.
"Let me get another beer, Stevie – didn't you say your name was? Then we can get more comfortable."
She gave him a wink and got another beer out of the refrigerator, offering him one again. This time he accepted her offer. His mouth was getting very dry. One thing was becoming very clear: she wasn't acting like a hooker toward him. She might charge some of the other men she entertained, but she hadn't mentioned any presents, and she was taking her own sweet time and having as much fun or more than he was. She just seemed to be getting off on the idea of taking this guy to bed and teaching him all she knew about fucking.
She stood by the sink and sipped at her beer and began to undress casually, keeping her eyes on him and watching his reaction as she stripped. She took her blouse off and unhooked her bra. Her big jugs were the biggest he had ever seen. They didn't hang down too much either. They didn't stand right up in the air like Cindy's or Mary Lou's did, but they weren't knee-knockers, either.
She fingered her big pink nipples and made them stand up for him. His mouth was hanging open with his desire to taste them and suck them into his mouth. Those were the same tits that he had sucked when he was just a tiny baby boy, and now he was going to get to suck on them while he slid his big, man-sized cock up her cunt. The thought turned him on so much that he was soon throwing a rod in his pants.
She unhooked her skirt and unzipped it, stepping out of it with just a pair of undies on and a thing around her hips that held her stockings up. He had never seen one of those before. She put her foot up on the end of the bed and began unhooking her hose from the garter belt. As she rolled her stockings down, his hand went up to touch the soft flesh of her thigh, and he reached for her big tits.
"Wait, wait," she said coyly. "Let Mom see what a surprise you have for her before you get any more treats."
His heart leaped right into his mouth, and his eyes went wide until he realized that she was just kidding. She hadn't recognized who he was. Still, the way she had said "Mom" made his heart pound with excitement.
She began to unbutton his shirt, and he raised his arms to let her pull it and his T-shirt off. Her fingers wandered over his chest. Then her hands strayed down to his crotch, and his cock leaped up at her touch. "My, my, you feel big all right." She gestured for him to stand up. "Let's see what you got in there, sonny."
She sat down on the end of the bed as he stood in front of her while she began to unfasten his pants and pull them down. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, and his huge prong jutted out under his underwear. Her hands went to it, feeling it through his shorts.
"God!" she murmured. "You're big! Big as… as a guy I used to know." She quickly tore his shorts off his hips, pulling the waistband out to free his hard dong.
"I, I got something to tell you," he said in a strangled voice. He could barely form the words with his lips, he was so hot and horny and yet scared that she would stop if he told her what he knew.
She looked at his cock like she had never seen a prong on a man before in her life. She stared at it for the longest time, fondling it in her hands and pushing the foreskin back, cupping his balls in her hands. When she looked up at him, her eyes were as big as saucers. She looked long at his face, amazement in her eyes, her lips parted and her breath coming in gasps. It wasn't just a big cock that she was amazed at, either. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched his cock in her hands. "Hush your mouth," she said.
"My name isn't Steve," he gasped.
She shook her head. "Don't tell me. I don't want to hear it."
She was clutching him hungrily, and she opened her mouth and fed his cock into it, nibbling at his shaft with her lips and running her tongue around his cockhead. He gave a great shuddering sigh of release, and she began to tear his pants off, frantically dragging them down his legs. He stepped out of them while she was still swallowing as much of his cock down her throat as she could manage. He ran his fingers through his mom's hair while she sucked his cock.
Then she finally stopped just in time to keep him from cumming off. She lay back on the bed and held her arms out to him. He knelt beside her and pulled her panties down and took them off. She spread her legs. Her clit was big, bigger than Mary Lou's or even Cindy's. He took it between his lips, loving it and licking his tongue up and down in her slot until she was creamy and wet with passion.
Then he felt her pulling him up on top of her. He knelt between her outstretched legs and forced his hard dong down until the knob of it was resting at the opening of her hole. She lifted her legs up as he slid it in. She gasped with pleasure as his long dong entered her and pushed its way in until it was resting at the very bottom of her hole, filling her up to the brim and nosing against the mouth of her womb. She was as stretched and jammed full as she had been since the last time her husband, this boy's father, had fucked her.
Her lips met his, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth as he fucked. He sent his tongue into her mouth as well, right in time with the plunges of his cock into her pussy. He was shaking with excitement, the same special kind of lust that he had felt for the first time he had fucked a girl, the first time he had fucked his sister, only this time, it was a million times better – he was fucking his own mother!
He was so close to shooting off – they both were. He knew that he couldn't make this one last very long. He was too excited. He fucked her faster and faster, bringing them both to the edge of orgasm. She tore her lips away from his and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to cum! Are you going to cum in my cunt?"
"Yes!" he grunted.
"Oh, God, oh, God!! Cum! Fuck me! Just, just tell me, tell me now! Are you George or Sam?"
"I'm, I'm Sam! Mom! I'm cumming!"
And her cunt leaped around his cock, sucking and grabbing at it, pulling the jism out of his balls as he buried his fucker in her and shot out his fuck juice, jetting streams of boiling, blazing cum into the cunt from which he had been born! She felt him spurting his seed into her, gushes of the stuff just like his old man, and she frigged her clit on his belly as his cock jerked with the force of the ball cream that was jumping out of his joint into her pussy!
As they lay in bed together, his head nestled between her big breasts, she said, "You knew. How did you find me?"
"Poppa heard where you were."
"He sent you?"
"He knew about this?"
"And the other ones? George and my daughter?"
"Mary Lou was the first girl I ever fucked, and Junior fucked her before me."
"And your poppa?"
"Him too. And we got a housekeeper, name of Cindy. She was the second one for me."
"Is your poppa shacked up with her?"
"All of us, all of us together, Mom, like me and you were just now."
"Why did you come after me, Sam? Why did your poppa send you to me?"
"We thought you might like to come back home with us, Mom, with all of us together."
"Where's your poppa, Sam?"
"He's waiting in a motel down the road."
"Why didn't he come himself?"
"He, no, all of us needed to know how you would feel about it, about all of us being together."
"Do you want me to come home, son? Do you want me?"
"Yes, Mom, I want you very much. Will you come with us?"
"It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, Sam. The most wonderful thing in the whole wide world."
She held him in her arms, feeling his strong body, knowing that he was her son, feeling the growing pressure of his giant cock against her leg, and knowing that he was passionate for her. She pulled him on top of her again and spread her legs for his hot rod to fuck her again.
Later he sat on the end of the bed and watched her pack a suitcase. She looked around the trailer. "I can come back for this junk some other time. Come on, Sam. Let's go find your father."
Big George opened the door to the motel room when he heard the knock. There she was, standing on the doorstep with Sam standing behind her. She didn't look much different since the last time he had seen her. The years hadn't made that much of a difference. She had tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.
"Hello, George," she said. "Can I come in?"
"Hello, Blanche, honey."
He kissed her full on the lips and she dropped her suitcase to hug him and cry and press her body against his. Sam picked up the suitcase and carried it in as they went into the little room. There were tears in his eyes as well.
"George, you old bastard! Why did you have to send the boy? Why didn't you come and get me yourself?"
"I wanted Sam to have a chance to fuck one of the best lays in the United States, that's why."
"Go on, you old bullshitter! You knew that as soon as I saw that boy's cock I would know who his daddy was. Might as well have your name tattooed down the length of it. You can be sure he's your boy!"
"He's yours, too, Blanche."
"Don't I know it! He couldn't be as good-lookin' as that and smart, too, if it wasn't for my part in him!"
"How about it, Blanche?"
"Well, I came, and I brought my suitcase, didn't I?"
"I know. I mean, you feel like a roll in the hay? I ain't had a piece of ass for a couple of days now."
"My, my! How could you hold it so long? I don't know, George. Our boy here gave me a good time just a few minutes ago. You still as good in the sack as you used to be?"
"Better!"
Sam was hesitant as to whether he should leave or not. She saw him and patted the place on the bed next to her.
"Don't go nowhere, Sam. If your old man's got too old to get it up good and fuck me right, I'll be needing you to give me what I want."
"Don't worry about that, Mom! Poppa is still the best. Even Cindy says he is."
"I've got to meet this Cindy, George. She sounds like a nice hot piece of tail, but I bet I can teach her some things she's never heard of yet."
"I know you can, Blanche. Come on, old lady, let's fuck!"
They spent a happy night at it, getting to know each other again. George fucking his wife and feeling her familiar ways of screwing, Blanche talking with her son while her husband fucked her, telling him about the times when she and George used to sneak off from their families and fuck in the woods, telling him about the nights that they fucked him into existence. And when Big George and she had shot their wads, Sam would slip his horny cock into the ball cream his father had left behind in his mom's cunt and fuck her too. They were a sleepy bunch the next morning when the climbed into the cab of the truck and headed for home.
Cindy was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs when she heard the truck pulling into the drive. She wasn't sure if this was going to work out at all. She really liked staying here with the boys and their father and sister, too, and she had even thought about giving up the idea of going back to college. But she'd be damned if she was going to play second fiddle to some old bag. They came in.
"Mary Lou, baby, come to your mom!" Blanche cried out and held out her arms to her daughter. Mary Lou went to her a little shyly, but Blanche hugged her and then looked her over with a big smile. "Just look at my baby, all growed up with a big set of tits like her mom on the way. I wasn't as purty as you, honey, when I was your age. All flowed up on me, but no use cryin' about that now."
"Hi, Mom," Junior said with a silly grin. "Do you fuck good?"
"Don't he sound just like you, George? That was the main thing that was on your mind ever since I met you."
"Still is," George admitted.
"Looks just like you, too, first time I saw you." She hugged the big dummy and felt his crotch. "Got a big cock like his poppa, and always on hard, just like you was, George!"
She turned to Cindy. "You must be Cindy. Call me Blanche, sugar. My, what a fine-lookin' young woman you are, too. George always did have good taste, if I have to say so myself. I hope you'll have me in your home, honey."
Cindy's heart melted right away. "It's your home, too, Blanche. I hope you'll have me in it." Blanche gave her a big kiss right on the lips and a big hug, too. "We're goin' to get along just fine, Cindy. Don't you worry a bit about that!"
"Hey, Mom, can we fuck now?" Junior asked impatiently, his hand clutching at the hard cock that was bulging through the front of his pants.
"That sounds terrific, Junior. Cindy, you and Mary Lou keep me company with George and Sam. Hope you got a bed big enough for us all!"
And they all laughed and headed for the bedroom, the whole humpin' family!