The shops gave way to some small houses that were built in the forties and fifties. Small fibro-cement sheet houses that were built as small, cheap holiday homes back then, but now sit on land worth well over two million dollars. My grandmother's house sat a block back from the esplanade on a quiet, oak-lined street. Hers was also a fibro home that was initially a two-bedroom but had been extended many years ago, making it a three-bedroom home with a small dining room. When they extended the house, they also added a verandah on three sides. Across the front of the house and down one side was a small covered verandah about 2 meters wide, but on the back side of the house it was almost 4 meters wide. Big enough to have a barbecue and a table and chairs, all protected from the harsh sun or rain.
They were all half-acre blocks, so it still had a large backyard with a vegetable garden and lots of soft green lawn. At the bottom of the yard was a mixture of fruit trees. An enormous mango tree, a fig, and several stone fruit, citrus, and apple trees filled the whole back of the yard; and of course, it wouldn't be an Australian yard if it didn't have the traditional galvanised Hills hoist in the centre.
It was almost like stepping back in time whenever I came here, and it still gave me a weird moment of adjustment every time I walked in the front door here. The black-and-white-checked linoleum tile floor in the kitchen, especially, was a nostalgic throwback for just about everyone who saw it.
We pulled into the driveway and parked down beside the house at the end of the driveway and in front of the garage. I immediately leaned over to the backseat and opened the bag of clothes I had on the backseat. I pulled out a clean pair of shorts and unfolded them. I looked at Mum, who was initially confused about what I was doing. I pointed to the now very obvious wet patch on the front of my shorts.
"I can't really walk in there like this now, can I?"
She chuckled and shook her head. She took off her seat belt and opened the passenger door.
"No, that probably wouldn't be ideal. I guess I should give you a moment."
The way she said it made it sound more like a question than a statement, but after a few seconds she got out of the car and walked around to the back of the car. I stripped my shorts and underwear off and used the cleaner parts to wipe up the excess cum that was now coating my skin. There was one of those hand-sanitiser, paper towel things from a fast food place in the centre console, which I used to clean up. I put the clean shorts on and folded the soiled ones in on themselves to help avoid spreading the mess. All I could do was tuck them into a separate pocket in my bag and hope they didn't make all of my clothes smell like cum.
I stepped out of the car and joined Mum around the back of the car, where we proceeded to the front door. She opened the door and called out as we walked in.
When we first walked into the lounge room, it was a brutal shock to see my grandmother. At first, she didn't seem to understand that people she knew were here to see her. It seemed to take a few moments for it to register. She saw us, but it was almost like she couldn't comprehend that we were there. Once it did dawn on her, though, her face lit up in a huge smile, and she held her arms out to us. It was scary to see just how much she had changed and how rapidly she had deteriorated. She was never a big woman, but she looked positively tiny sitting there in her chair. Her clothes hung off her, and she honestly looked smaller than a ten-year-old.
I could see the look of shock on Mum's face, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. We both leaned forward to embrace her, and again, I was shocked to feel her ribs sticking out, but she still had strength in her grip as she squeezed us to her.
She released us, then held us at arm's length to look at us properly.
"It's wonderful to see you both, but what on earth are you doing here?"
Mum put on a shocked look and clutched her hand to her chest in an overly dramatic way, as though wounded by her words.
"Can I no longer visit my own mother?"
She chuckled at her daughter.
"You know you can, any time you want to, but I just assumed you had enough going on right now."
Mum's shoulders sagged a little, as though the weight of all the things going on had settled back there again momentarily.
"Well, yeah, there's a lot going on, but I am prioritising at the moment. So many things are happening that I have no control over, and frankly, they are going to happen whether I try to control them or not. I decided that I would rather be surrounded by people who I love and who love me, and here I can do things to help. Back home... well, there's nothing much I can do anymore that will help anything going on there."
Granny nodded her understanding and pulled Mum in close to her again.
"Well, you know you are loved and wanted here. Peter is where he is, and there is nothing you can do about that but wait now. Jeffery is looking fit and healthy and clearly happy to be with you. You have gotten a bit too skinny for my liking, and you need to look after yourself. As for that other one... Well, it will do you some good to get some sea air and not focus on that negativity at home."
The fact that she didn't even want to say my father's name, along with the bitter look on her face at just the thought of him, spoke volumes. It was no real secret that they had never gotten along, but she had always been courteous and polite about him. It seems that ship has sailed now.
"I know, Mum. I just feel so trapped at home at the moment. I love my boys, and I want to do everything I can for them, but it's just so hard being there at the moment. The animosity from Darren is just so intense, and it's taking everything I have not to run away. Even coming here feels a bit like running away. To be honest, though, five minutes after leaving this morning, I felt the weight lifting off my shoulders."
She nodded sagely as though she completely understood and sympathised with her daughter.
"It's funny how we think negatively about running away as though it's cowardly or some terrible thing to do, yet there's a perfectly good reason why we have that fight-or-flight response. Our bodies are telling us that we are in danger and that it's not safe, so we should get away. It's self-preservation at its most instinctual. Ignoring that seems to me to be far more foolish than protecting yourself."
"I know he's not happy, and I seriously doubt our marriage is going to survive this. I have pretty much resigned myself to that, but I don't believe he would become violent."
"Physical violence isn't the only thing you need to protect yourself from. Abuse comes in many forms, and mental abuse is no better than physical abuse."
There was a long pause while that thought settled over us all. I was trying to stay quiet and not interrupt because I knew that they needed to have this talk. The air felt almost brittle around us for a while, but then, as the silence spun out into something more comfortable, I could feel myself begin to relax. I would have been completely laid back if it weren't for my still slightly damp and sticky crotch. I gave Granny another quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. I picked up the car keys and turned towards Mum.
"I'm just going to go get the bags out of the car and go to the loo. I'll be back in a minute."
She gave me a cheeky grin because she knew exactly what I was doing and why.
"Let me know when you are out because I need to go too."
I smiled and nodded. I went and did what I needed to do and called out to my mum to let her know that I was out. I went and put my soiled clothes in the washing machine, then returned to the spare room to unpack the rest of my bag. I walked in the door and immediately spotted the white and red panties that she had been wearing laid out across my bag.
Holy crap. Was she letting me know she didn't have any panties on now, or had she just put clean ones on? Was this a gift of sorts? Was she showing me just how much cum she had produced on our road trip? There was a lot, by the way. What did she want me to do with them? I picked them up and looked at them, noticing just how wet the crotch was. I ran my finger along the inside of the still warm gusset, knowing that this had just been pressed against her hot, wet pussy. I could feel her slippery cum as it coated my finger. I raised my finger to my nose and inhaled her scent. I then looked around to make sure no one was watching and slipped my finger into my mouth. I was actually tasting my own mother's cum, and it tasted good. I felt so dirty, and I knew I was being a complete pervert, but that just added to the excitement. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I felt my cock begin to swell again, even though I had cum so recently. I ran my finger along them again and wet my lips with it, imagining her pussy against my lips.
I honestly wanted to spend more time in the room with this special gift. I wanted to smear her juices all over my cock and stroke it with these panties. The problem was that we had just arrived, and I couldn't just disappear right away. They would have to wait until later, unfortunately.
