All characters are over the age of 18. I apologize, but this is the very first story I've ever written. I know there are a lot of details in the beginning that don't seem to be needed, but I'm setting things up for the sequels to this story. You are welcome to leave suggestions, but I have the story pretty much mapped out for several chapters. Please be patient. I don't have a lot of free time to write.
Constructive criticism is welcome. I am using a program to check my spelling and such, but sometimes I reread this and find weird mistakes it didn't catch.
A LITTLE TRIP
My name is Robert Right, but the people I know call me Bobby. I live in a small town east of Phoenix, Arizona. If you sneeze too hard at the wrong time while driving on I-10, you'll miss it. People only want to stop here to get our overpriced gas or a quick bite to eat before getting back on the road. Occasionally they may want to stay at our sleezy motel, the Right-Inn. No relation.
The only decent jobs around here are at the electronics factory, and pretty much the only time a position becomes available there is if someone moves or dies. I'm pretty sure that everyone in town has an application turned in there, mom and I included. Unfortunately, the productivity there has been lacking, and rumor has it that the factory may close in the near future. That would be disastrous for this town.
The last time I cared to look it up, there were less than 500 residents. Most people try to get out of this place as soon as they can. My mom and my aunt were not so lucky. My grandmother managed to get out though, but she hasn't been heard from in years. My father... not dad, because he didn't bother to stick around to even see me be born or concern himself with child support to help my mom, was just passing through. That one night was enough to get my mom pregnant though.
That brings me to my mom, Tiffany Right. Mom didn't bother naming me after my asshole father. You would not peg her to be the mother of an 18-year-old because she got pregnant with me when she was a freshman in high school. I was born two days after her 15th birthday. There were complications with my birth, partly because of her age. She can't have any more children.
She has to be the most beautiful woman in town, not that anyone would notice anymore. She has worked two to three jobs at any given time to keep a roof over my head and my belly full. She used to work as a waitress, but there were too many issues of sexual harassment, and she's now stuck in the back of the Denny's and McDonald's cooking. She works the late shift at McDonald's and the graveyard shift at Denny's for the most part. I don't get to see her too often, only on her days off and the short time between shifts. She tends to go to bed as I'm getting up in the mornings. She comes home smelling of grease and has put on a little extra weight from not being able to afford the time or money to eat right.
During those few moments when she's freshly showered or actually has a day off, I get to see her in a t-shirt and panties with her huge braless tits and amazing ass on display for me. She has medium length dirty blonde hair, almost vampirically pale skin, the brightest blue eyes and her face would be stunning if she could just bring herself to smile. She's always exhausted from working nearly 80 hours a week at almost minimum wage, so I can understand the lack of a smile on her face.
Mom doesn't really have any friends. People come and go too frequently in her jobs. She doesn't have the time or energy to try to get to know others too well that aren't going to stay in her life. She dates occasionally, but they never work out. The guys around here seem to just want to get their rocks off and be done with her. Too bad for them I say. I probably wouldn't be perving on her so much if we could afford some internet access. Then again, with those natural GG-cup tits and that ass, maybe I still would.
Then there's me. My hair is black, my eyes brown and my skin is a light tan naturally, compliments of my father. I'm not exactly Brad Pitt, but I'm not Quasimodo either. I'm not athletic or particularly smart. What I am is a dedicated son that tries to ease the burden from my mom's shoulders as much as possible. I work a full-time job since I graduated high school. That at least has made sure she didn't have to have a third job. I keep the home clean and cook meals for her when she can be home with me. Mom doesn't want me being like her and having to work two jobs though. I've suggested it multiple times, but it sometimes causes her to cry.
Most of the people in town aren't aware of our relationship. I don't look like her and she rarely speaks about me to the random people that come and go in her jobs. I don't think she's ashamed of me, it's more about being embarrassed of her past and not wanting to connect with someone that is just going to leave her soon. She didn't finish high school because she refused to abort me. She'd probably talk more about me to someone she could bring herself to trust.
Anyway, my aunt Barbara "Barbie", was just invited to stay with us again. I say "again" because she has this habit of getting with the wrong guy and thinking she's finally going to get out of this town with him. She quits her job and moves out of her apartment and the guy inevitably dumps her. She doesnt seem very concerned with the breakup. I assume she wasn't in love with him. Now she's going to stay here until she recovers. That means I'm about to lose my room and privacy as I will now be on the couch. We've been in and out all day with me as her driver/heavy lifter. Never for long as most of her things are going into storage because there's no room to store all her stuff.
Barbie looks similar to my mom. Her tits aren't as big, but she has a luscious ass like my mom's. She's a little younger and slimmer too, but her skin is not as pale as mom's. That's probably because she sees the light of day more. Her hair is also longer. I've been helping her move for six hours today.
"Bobby, can we stop at home so I can clean up? I hate being sweaty."
"Sure, Barbie" I look her way as she is pulling on the front of her shirt repeatedly to get some air in there. I get a nice view of her cleavage. I look away before a situation can occur in my pants. Did I mention I'm a virgin? Dedicated sons don't really have time to date. Not that there are any girls my age worth dating around here.
I drive us home in moms old Honda Civic. Yeah, not a great car for moving. We pull up to our apartment. "Thank god! I need to get rid of this boob sweat!" She gets out and jogs to the door. I get a nice look at her ass bouncing in time with her steps. WE HAVE LIFT OFF!! I hold back now that my dick has taken over most of the blood flow.
After a couple of moments, I head in as well. I hear the shower going so I head to my tiny room that I'm about to lose. The bed occupies the majority of the room, with a small area near the door where my desk and comfy chair are. I sit down and pull out my throbbing dick. Yes, I like yanking it in my chair. I picture what I believe my aunt looks like naked in my head and just go to town on myself.
"Hey, Bobby! I think I should get some dinner for everyone. Where do you..."
FUCK!! She didn't bother knocking!
"Oh shit!" My aunt realized a bit late what was happening. She's holding a towel around herself, and her eyes widen in shock when she realizes her mistake. She tries to backpedal out but manages to trip herself up. The towel drops to the ground as she tries to get her balance back. Her tits are on full display for me. Light pink areolas about the size of half dollars with nipples about the size of the last digit of my pinky finger. A beautiful flaring waistline leading down to a nicely trimmed pussy. The carpet matches the drapes. Kind of what I have pictured my mom's would look like.
I let go of my dick when I saw her lose her balance, but I'm kind of in an awkward position to catch her. I try to brace her fall as best as I can, but she is very close to me. My right hand manages to get her under her left armpit, but my left hand just grabbed a big handful of D-cup tit.
She falls forward a small scream coming out of her just before I feel severe pain in my dick. Aunt Barbie just landed mouth first onto my throbbing cock and bent it somewhat painfully. Her legs are just floundering around behind her, and I get an amazing look at her naked ass jiggling and she struggles to get up.
The head of my cock is definitely in her throat as she is struggling. My left hand has a death grip on her big tit and despite the pain in my dick, I move my right hand to her left tit as well. Barbie is just making gurgling and choking sounds. She manages to get her hands placed just above my knees and pulls her knees under herself. The pain in my dick subsides a great deal, but now she is trying to extract her mouth from me. I'm harder than I've ever been in my life. I would have cum already if it wasn't for the pain I was in before. Barbie moves her head upwards finally and she immediately gasps for air.
I can't help myself at this point. I move my hands and put them on the back of her head. I push down with just enough force to keep my cock in her mouth. Barbie's eyes widen and now stare up at me. "Oh, sweet lord!"
I start pushing her head down in a rhythm. "Gluck... Gluck... Gluck..." After a couple of minutes of that, the sensation suddenly gets even better, and I realize I'm no longer having to push my aunts head down.
My aunt's eyes are now closed, and she is sucking my cock. It's going further into her throat than before.
