It was around midnight as Lynn drove along a Louisiana back road heading home. Thank goodness Peter was out of town this weekend or he would have chewed her out for being out on the road at this time of the night. She cursed herself for leaving the football game late but Jenny wanted to have some time with her boyfriend Rick. Her daughter was so in love with this guy and she could see why too because he was absolutely handsome. He looked so dreamy with his black crew cut and at six foot five he was ripe with muscles too. To which he certainly needed them because he was the linebacker for their college football team. If Lynn were eighteen again she would have fallen for him too.
She looked over at her daughter Jenny who was asleep beside her in the passenger seat and She smiled to herself. Jenny was the exact image of Lynn when she was that age. Her daughter was filled with the same sass and rebellious nature as she'd had when she was a junior in college. Lynn giggled to herself. But Jenny had something she never had, and that was a well to do life. Whereas Lynn grew up in Trailer Parks and was looked down upon and called trailer trash. So when Lynn turned eighteen and graduated she enrolled in a college two states away from her home town and far from that awful run down trailer she grew up in. She met Peter upon her junior year of college. He was the classic nerd but he was a rich nerd with a future in cybernetics. If Peter would have known about her upbringing he might not have been so quick to marry her. But then everyone has a past right and it doesn't matter now because Lynn was a good wife to her husband and they have a normal sex life. But sometimes she wished Peter would be a bit more adventurous in bed. But he wasn't that kind of a man. He was respectful to her and he honored her body.
Lynn loved her straight sex hubby and his twelve figure income made up for what he lacked in bed. Was she wrong to think that?
She had certainly married up in life and she could barely remember her days growing up in the Sunny Ridge mobile home park.
Anyways life was good and she's learned to control some of her urges. Everything that is except porn, now she still watches that on occasion and she uses her dildo on herself when she watches it. Hey we can't all be perfect like the ladies at church pretend to be. She giggled to herself.
Lynn thought about, Rick again and smiled. Wow that man will certainly make for some interesting holiday dinners if he and Jenny get married. And goodness did he make her body hum when she was around him. Lynn suddenly felt a pang of guilt, Rick was her daughter's boyfriend for goodness sake and she was 34 and she shouldn't be thinking such things either. There were names for women who went around fantasizing about younger men. They were called Cougars.
Twice tonight after the game she thought she caught Rick checking her out while he was talking to Jenny. Thankfully her daughter wasn't the wiser. And for the life of her she couldn't understand why he would be giving her the eye. I mean it wasn't like she was dressed provocatively unless the man was turned on by her loose white blouse and Boho skirt, the one Jenny referred to as a hippy skirt. In truth Lynn looked like any other mother in the crowd. Did the guy have a thing for older women? She needed to stop thinking of him as a kid, because he'd just turned eighteen a few days ago. That was a point her husband Peter had made too. Lynn didn't mind it in the least, Rick was good for Jenny. And she knew they weren't having sex, because she trusted her daughter and she was never alone with him. Prior to Rick, her daughter walked around in a depressed state.
Lynn looked up at herself in the rear view mirror and brushed back her shoulder length blond hair. She certainly looked good for a woman pushing 36. She giggled to herself. Maybe Rick considered her a MILF. But then perhaps she was reading more into it than what was really there. Maybe he was just being nice because she was more than likely be his mother in law sometime in the near future.
Suddenly the right front tire exploded and the Jag weaved sideways in the road. Lynn cried out and fought the wheel and pumped the brakes and finally managed to regain control of the vehicle. She slowed it down and gently pulled the car to the side of the road.
Her heart was in her throat and she fought to control her breathing. She didn't need to have a full scale panic attack in the middle of nowhere.
Slowly she managed to get a grip on herself and reached over and pushed the button for the emergence flashers.
"Crap that was close!" she said aloud and glanced over at her daughter to find that she was still asleep. She'd forgotten Jenny had taken half a sleeping pill before they got out on the road. The poor thing was so prone to car sickness. She certainly takes after her father in that sense because Peter was the same way. Any long trips for more than an hour Lynn always had to drive. And tonight's game had been two hours away at another school and what sucked even worse is that they lost. They could have stayed home but then Lynn would have missed Rick working up a sweat in all that tight gear he wears. Goodness why was she thinking about him in such a way? She pushed aside the thought and pictured her husband's smiling face. She was seriously gonna have to have a make out session with Peter and he was gonna have to take two of his little magic pills to put out the fire she had going on down below. But then he was on that darned fishing trip this weekend. Well so much for that. Guess she was just gonna have to have a glass of wine and watch one of her special movies. BUT she had to get home first.
Lynn decided not to wake her daughter because she could change the tire herself. Her drunken, wife beating, step dad had at least taught her how to change a tire.
She got out of the car and the winter air instantly chilled her to the bone it was at least thirty degrees out and she could feel a few flakes of snow pelting her cheeks. "Darn it!" She'd picked a horrible time to leave her heavy coat at home. Because the little furry shell jacket she now wore did very little to stave off the cold. But it was better than nothing.
Lynn blew into her hands and walked around to the back of the Jag and opened the truck and removed the jack. The metal jack was so cold on her dainty fingers that she nearly dropped it before she could get around to the front of the car. She blows into her hands to warm her fingers and curses the situation that she's found herself in. Maybe she should get back in the car and call for roadside assistance. But then what would that look like to her daughter. She's always prided herself in being an independent woman, which drove her husband crazy at times. No she'd bite the pain and change this cursed tire!
She knelt down on the wet grass and the knees of her stockings became soaked, adding to her misery. She paused for a moment to try and remember what to do first. Did she jack up the car first? Or did she loosen the lugs first? But before she could come to any kind of a conclusion a set of headlights appeared in the distance.
She noticed the vehicle begins to slow down and judging by the sound of the engine, it was a truck.
Lynn rolled her eyes hoping it would just pass by because she really didn't want to deal with some redneck Cajun at the moment. But then HELP would be nice as long as he didn't expect a blow job as a reward for services rendered. She shivered at the the thought. But then she had been pretty darned good at it in college just ask any of her professors. She needed to cut back on the porn.
The truck turned on its brights and Lynn felt her stomach churn as it pulled in directly behind the Jag. "Be nice, Lynn." she said to herself and smiled and waved. Then suddenly a row of LED lights that were attached to the front bumper came on and lit up the night like the sun. The light was so intense that she had to hold her hand over her face. She was right it just had to be a redneck Cajun with a big jacked up 4x4.
The driver's door opened and a man stepped around to the front of the truck and her mouth dropped, it was, Rick. Jenny's Rick! Thank god!
"Mrs. Calgon?" he asked.
Lynn placed a hand to her breast and stood up. She'd not felt this relieved in quite some time. "Rick? Thank God it's you!"
"Yeah it's me. And thank goodness I decided to take this direction home. It looks as if you need help." He walked around to the side of the Jag to stand next to her. He looked down at the tire and shook his head, "Wow! That sucker's flat!"
Lynn nearly laughed at Rick's observation.
"Where's Jenny?" he asked.
Lynn smiled and nodded at the passenger side and Rick walked over and peered inside. Then he smiled.
He was just so adoring to, Jenny. "Would you like for me to wake her up?" Lynn asked.
He placed a finger to his lips, "Nah it'd be best to just let her sleep through this." he said, and he took off his heavy Carhartt jacket and draped it about her shoulders. Then he got down on his knees and started to work.
Lynn noticed that Rick was wearing just a white tank top and a pair of grey gym pants and she suddenly felt bad about taking his jacket. "Sweetie you need to keep your coat. You're not dressed for this weather." she protested.
"And you are?" He laughs and fingers the bottom hem of her skirt.
"But...?" Lynn started to say but he cut her off.
