A Little Trip Pt 03

All characters are over the age of 18.

A LITTLE TRIP, PART 3

It's been three weeks since mom's sister left town. Mom and I would sometimes have sex for the sake of stress relief. Nothing exciting, but I wasn't about to complain. The most it ever happened was once or twice a week. Usually just once.

We got back to working regularly. Five nights a week at the little gas station convenience store. Cleaning the restroom, stocking the shelves, working the register and ordering new stock. I've been here since I was 16 and so has my boss, George Harris. He's a great guy, at least to me. He calls some of the other people working there jackoffs or shitheads when they can't hear him. He never gave me shit about getting a call from my mom if something unexpected came up.

I was taking the trash out at work and Keith poked his head out the back door. "Yo, Bobby! George is asking for you."

I've only been here 10 minutes! What could I have done? "I'll be right there." I got back inside but didn't see George right away. He must be back in the office. I went that way and heard George talking. I glanced into the tiny office window and saw he was on the phone. "Yeah, he's basically an assistant manager here, just without the title or the pay."

Was he talking about me?

"I know he's just 18, but you won't find a more mature or hard-working person in this town." He was listening to the caller and saw me through the window. He smiled and gave me the signal to give him just a moment. "Absolutely! He's here if you want to talk to him." I looked again and he was waving me in.

What the hell?

I opened the door and George was standing up as he put the phone on the desk. "You're up kid! Good luck!" He had a big shit-eating grin on his face.

...

I left work early and drove to McDonald's to get mom before she got off work. She didn't have a shift tonight at Denny's.

"Welcome to McDonald's! Can I take your order?"

"No, I'm just waiting on Tiffany."

"Oh. Would you like me to get her for you?"

"Just let her know Bobby is here to pick her up when she gets off."

"Ok, just a moment."

She went to the back where mom was cooking burgers and fries for the drive thru.

"Bobby! Is everything ok?"

I gave her a big smile. "I'm fine! Just here to pick you up!" She smiled and continued to work. Her replacement arrived about 15 minutes later. She came to the front, and we walked outside. "Why did you leave work early? Please don't tell me you got fired."

I laughed. "No... Well, not fired." She gave me a look. I smiled bigger. "Get in the car mom."

I opened up the passenger door for her. I got in and drove off. "I quit my job, mom."

"What?! WHY?" I could see her getting ready to have a heart attack.

"Calm down! I gave them two weeks' notice because I'm starting a new job." I looked her way and smiled again.

"Oh my god! Simmons? Are you going to work at the factory?" Simmons Electronics was the heart of this tiny town. The only place you can get a job with decent pay if you didn't already own land.

"They want me to start right away!"

"Oh, darling! I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you!"

We were already pulling into the apartments. "I'm so happy for you, mom!"

"What?"

"Mom, come inside. I want to talk to you."

"Ok..." We went in and sat on the couch together.

"Mom, I have a plan. First, I'm going to work both of my jobs for the next two weeks. George has already made arrangements for me to go to the graveyard shift for the next two weeks."

"Bobby, I don't like the idea of you tiring yourself out so much. Especially when you're about to start a new job."

"Hmmm... Pot... Kettle... Black..."

She laughed. "Ok, but just the two weeks, right?"

"Yes, but that's not all. I want us both to work the next two weeks in our two jobs. I want you to give your two weeks' notice for one of them. You need to just work one job, mom."

"Bobby, no! I'm the mom! I'm supposed to take care of you!"

"I'm not a little boy anymore, mom. I love you and I can't sit here and watch you slowly kill yourself. You need to let me pull my weight around here."

"Bobby..."

"I'm serious, mom!" I gave her a stern look. "I want you to quit one of your jobs!" Mom was tearing up. I pulled her in for a hug. "I love you so much. Oh, and take a week off from your job once you are no longer working for the other. A whole week without working at all, mom! Please... Please let me do this for you!"

"Are you sure, Darling?"

"Yes, mom. Absolutely. Not only that... the reason I want to work the next two weeks in both jobs is because when we get our paychecks in three weeks, we are going to take a little trip! Nothing too special. I was thinking we could go to Phoenix and say 'hi' to Barbie, but we can make a day of it! Go to a movie! Go out to eat something other than fast food!"

"Bobby! Really?!" She was actually smiling. I haven't seen hope on her face in... have I ever? She looked so beautiful. Her blue eyes looked so bright.

"Yes, mom. Will you please do this for me?"

She was crying again but nodded her head yes. She gave me an embrace that nearly broke a rib.

"I'm going to be making more than twice what I was making before, and I will get another raise in three months after my probationary period. I will also be able to start working overtime in three months when we need a little extra money."

"I'm so proud of you, darling!"

...

The next two weeks went by slowly. I barely had time to think or sleep. How the hell did mom do this for so many years?! Mom and I couldn't get the time for 'stress relief' because of our busy schedules. Mom quit her job at McDonald's and had Denny's move her to the night shift instead of the graveyard shift. She started sleeping at night instead of the mornings for the first time in decades. Once we were both only working one job, we got to spend a lot more time together. Our getaway weekend was coming up six days after we both stopped working our second jobs. We had decided to drive to Phoenix Saturday morning, stay the night at a Holiday Inn, then leave Sunday afternoon.

We roamed around a little and found a cajon seafood place that had great reviews. We got there early for lunch and ordered a big cajon boil that let us try out a bunch of different things. Crab, shrimp, clams and crawfish, as well as potatoes, corn and sausage.

"This is so good, darling!"

"I know! I had no clue crab was this good!"

"The clams feel weird but taste good too!" She got out another clam shell and ate the meat. She swallowed and asked: "How's work going?"

"Real good. Cecil says I can slap together a computer faster than any new hire he's ever seen."

"He sounds nice!"

"He is. His wife was sickly though and takes care of her. He didn't really say what, but they're older. It could be anything."

"Oh, that's so sad. What about the assistant manager?"

"He's... well, he seems skeptical of me for some reason. Maybe just because I'm young?"

"Asshole." She started to giggle. Shit, even with that oversized bra, her tits were fighting to escape. She was wearing white shorts and light blue tank top that gave a nice view of some major cleavage. I was trying desperately not to stare.

"Well, I've heard he may be leaving in a few months anyway. Another one escapes from Alcatraz!" Mom giggled even harder. Yeah, I was staring now. I think mom noticed before I could draw my eyes away.

"Well, good riddance then! Don't like my Bobby! I'll kick his ass!" She started giggling again.

"Have you been drinking when I wasn't looking, mom?" That just got her going more.

"No, but that's an idea! I never get to drink!"

"You're welcome to if you want."

"Maybe later. Oh! During dinner! What are we doing for dinner?!"

"Settle down there! We'll hook you up! I was thinking steak. How about that?"

"Oh! That sounds so good! Well, not at the moment. I'm so full!"

"Me too! It was so good though!" We paid the bill and were on the way out. "What movie did you want to see, mom?"

"How about The Avengers?"

"You like superheroes?"

"Yes. Why? That surprises you?"

"A little. I guess I never imagined that was the kind of thing you liked."

"It's not like I ever had the chance to watch anything like that!"

I put my hands up in surrender. "Hey! Not judging!"

We found a couple of good seats. Thankfully, the movie had been out for a while, and it wasn't horribly crowded. Mom cuddled up next to me and had my arm in her own. I was just as interested in the view down her shirt as I was in watching the movie.

We saw Barbie and Ron. Personally, I didn't like Ron much. He rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know why. I smiled and shook hands. He seemed to pay way too much attention to my mom's tits. They joined us for dinner and the steaks were amazing. Maybe they sucked and I just didn't know the difference. A definite possibility. Good to her word, mom had a few drinks at dinner.

We went to the Holiday Inn afterwards to watch some TV before we went to bed. Mom started unhooking her bra and took it off that fucking sexy way women have. You know, when they can just take it off without actually removing their shirt? I was getting into my bed (we had a room with two queen sized beds) when mom said: "Why don't you come snuggle with me while we watch TV?"

"Um... ok, mom." She was only wearing that tank top and panties. They were NICE panties too! A darker shade of blue than her shirt, but they looked silky. I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I sat down next to her and she cuddled in close.

Shit!!! Her tits are so soft!

Her mammoth knockers felt so warm. I took a good look down at her as she watched TV. I honestly have no clue what was on to this day. I started to get hard.

Mom sucked in a breath in surprise. "Darling... You have been working so hard and I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, mom."

"Do you need to relieve some stress? I wouldn't mind."

"You shouldn't need stress relief anymore, mom. You don't need to do that."

"I'm not doing it for me, but I would like to do this too. It's been such a nice day, and I want it to have a wonderful ending." Her hand went down to my cock. "You're so hard, darling. Will you fuck me?"

"Are you sure, mom?"

"Yes, Bobby." She pulled my boxers down until I sprung out of them. She pulled her panties off, laid back and spread her legs slightly. "Come here, darling."

I stood up for a second to remove my boxers, then stopped to admire my mom's body. She had shaved her legs. So pale and smooth. She also trimmed her bush. It was a nice little triangle of light brown. Her tits were still trapped in her tank top, but without a bra I could see a lot more flesh coming from the sides. I could see her nipples harden. They were so much larger than her sister's. Like little strawberries. Could those even fit in my mouth when I was a baby? I wished I could see them.

I moved between mom's legs, and she spread them further to assist me. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. She closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. She didn't open her mouth, but it was still something she hadn't done before. I kissed her back.

I slowly moved forward to her entrance. I'm still surprised at how tight she was compared to Aunt Barbie. She felt wondrous to be in. I started slowly like I've learned to do since things started with Aunt Barbie. Mom likes to make noise when we fuck. She was already mewling with enjoyment.

I was going for over 10 minutes when I noticed something was very different. Mom was staring at me! Her mouth was agape. Her plump light pink lips looked so inviting. I leaned down again to kiss her, and her head came up to meet me. Her lips were closed, but we kissed for several moments. I got overly excited and had quickened my rhythm without realizing it. I came inside her.

"I'm... I'm sorry, mom!"

"Why, darling?"

"It's embarrassing. I came way too fast."

"Don't worry about that. I was doing this for you."

"Well, it's not fair. That's not how I wanted it to go."

"We can do it again later if you like."

"Really?"

"Of course. It would be nice if I got to have a little treat too. I guess I'm getting used to having sex on a regular basis. So, try harder next time!" She laughed and I was laughing soon after.

"I will! Promise! I just got a little too excited."

"I could tell." She was giggling again.

We watched TV again after cleaning up. It didn't take long for me to be ready again. We fucked for over an hour that time, kissing frequently. Mom came twice.

After we cleaned up again, we went to bed. In our separate beds. Sigh...

We had a great breakfast at a little diner we were referred to by the staff at the hotel. We saw 'Ted' afterwards and laughed our asses off. We toured the town a bit and decided to get some barbecue for lunch. We loved it. It was great getting to have foods we didn't really have available in our town. We stopped to see Aunt Barbie. Thankfully, Ron was out. We chatted for a while about what we had liked about the weekend. We hugged and kissed goodbye.

We listened to some music as I drove us home. Mom was wearing some jean shorts and a red blouse with several buttons undone. I enjoyed the view of her cleavage a bit too much, especially when we hit a bump in the road. I had stop looking her way before I got us into an accident.

Things returned to some normalcy. We worked, paid bills and occasionally we had sex for more 'stress relief.' That soon ended...

Two weeks after our weekend, mom came home from work all smiles and blushing cheeks.

"Bobby!" She practically skipped to me as she came to embrace me. "I have a date for tomorrow before work! His name is Trevor, and he works at the factory with you!" My heart sank, but I tried hard to put on a smile. I either did a decent job of looking happy for her or she didn't really notice how upset I was. Yeah, I should have been happy for her. I don't even know why I was upset. I shouldn't be relying on my mom for sex. "He even says that he's going to be made assistant manager when the position opens soon! He's going to make so much money, and he wants to date me!"

I stood there with a fake smile on my face. "Good, mom! I hope you have a good time!" I knew Trevor. At least I think I did. Not a common name. We didn't really hang out at work. The guy was kind of a braggart, and yeah, he has been saying how he was going to be getting a promotion soon. Aside from the current assistant manager and the manager on our shift, he had been there the longest. He was also one of the most productive people there.

Mom went on her date and had to take a quick shower when she got home for her work.

Mom was sweaty! Did she have sex with the guy on their first date?!

I wanted to kill the guy. I don't know why. I'm supposed to be happy for mom, right? FUCK MY LIFE!!

She went on dates almost every day for the next week. Each time she had to come home before work to take a shower. I tried hard not to think about it. I felt so alone. Mom and I were hardly spending any time together. When we did see one another, she was always talking about Trevor. I tried hard not to roll my eyes or look too frustrated.

We managed to get some things we had previously denied ourselves. Internet, cable and even a cell phone we were supposed to share but usually mom was using it to text or call Trevor. At least I was able to hook up my ancient desktop computer to the modem. I was actually studying... how should I say... how to please a woman in bed. Before, without a girlfriend to teach me or internet to look it up, I simply didn't have a clue.

Sometimes mom would get frustrated when she couldn't get a response from Trevor. She was very unpleasant to be around when that was happening. "He's probably in training." or "He must be busy at work." were often what I heard from her. She and Trevor saw each other for a couple more irritating weeks. Mom barely seemed to notice if I was around. She started talking a lot with Aunt Barbie about Trevor. I heard her say 'love' on a couple of occasions when she referred to him. Fuck.

My job was going great. By focusing on my work, I could give myself some time without thinking about mom and Trevor. A couple of weeks after mom started dating, I was called into the office to see my manager and assistant manager, Cecil Trueman and Alan Cox.

Cecil: "Kid, we wanted to ask you something." I didn't take offense to being called 'kid.' He literally called any guy under 50 'kid.' He said 'gal' if it was a woman. "We're trying to figure out how you are putting computers together so much faster than everyone else. Are you cheating somehow?"

"Oh, um, I'm not sure what you mean by 'cheating.' Everyone? Am I that much faster than everyone else?"

"I'm joking, kid. You aren't putting in extra time behind our backs. We would be able to tell if you were, but somehow you slap those things together faster than all your coworkers."

"Oh, I just changed the order of assembly. I was taught how to put them together, but after getting used to the job I saw a way to do it more efficiently, at least for me. It's really not a big deal."

"It's a VERY big deal, kid. I know you've probably heard the rumors this place may close. Well, it's true. Our facility is doing shitty, and Simmons is talking about shutting us down because we aren't cost effective. People are working overtime here, but we can't even make the minimal hourly production requirements. They are cutting off our overtime in two weeks unless the employee can meet the requirements. Kid, only you and one other guy are going to be allowed to work OT!"

Oh, shit! This can't be real! I've barely got here and already it looks like I may lose my job!

"I can see the worry on your face. I'm hoping you may be the solution to our problem." Alan was quiet and watching all of this without comment. "Alan here has gotten a job offer out of state. He's leaving in two weeks. I want you to take his job."

I was so surprised that I forgot who I was talking to. "You're fucking shitting me! I'm not even allowed to work overtime yet!" My face flushed as I realized I was cursing at my boss.

Cecil laughed. "No, kid. I'm dead serious. And headquarters has given a special exception for you. Your probation period is over because we need to produce more."

"But I'm literally the newest person here!"

"Naw, I hired a new gal. She will be joining us next week. But the job of an assistant manager is to make sure the workers are productive. To teach, kid. We need you to teach the others what you've figured out. If we can get productivity up, this place may stay open. Alan?"

Alan: "I still have my doubts. He's fast, sure, but is he mature enough and responsible enough to handle this job? He'll be responsible for ordering parts, keeping up with people's timesheets and training. It's a lot for someone his age. Ultimately, it's your decision though. You say so, then I'll train him."

Cecil: "Then I say so. We aren't announcing anything yet. This may rock the boat, but I will rap the knuckles of any that have a problem when this gets out. Whatcha think? You want the job, kid?"

"I'll do my best."

...

I worked my first hours of overtime that Saturday, mostly to avoid mom as much as possible. I was given my 'no longer on probation' raise, and another raise for being in training as an assistant manager. I will even get bumped up again once I am in that position fully and Alan is gone.

Sunday, though... Nobody gets to do overtime on Sunday unless they can get an assistant manager to supervise. I still didn't count as an assistant manager, so I was home. Not that it had gotten out about me getting a promotion yet. Mom saw Trevor earlier, then came home to get a shower again before work. She took off in the car a few hours ago.

I was sitting on our couch with the TV on. I don't know what was on because I was busy thinking. You know, thoughts like slashing Trevor's tires. I snapped out of it... someone was unlocking the door.