This is a work of fiction. The individuals and events exist no where else but in my own perverted mind.
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I was awake at first light and rolled out of bed and into the shower. The water was just what I needed to come awake and be ready to face a long day of driving. I had not brought my backpack in last night so after my shower so I put the same clothes on I had worn into the house. Not what I usually do, but I did not want to do the hassle of dressing, getting my backpack and then changing clothes.
Mother was busy moving bags and suitcases from her room to the living room. I am always amazed at the volume of luggage a woman requires to travel. As the luggage appeared in the living room, I would transfer it outside into the back of my crew cab. When everything was loaded she asked, "Can we get juice and coffee on the way? It will save some time."
"My thoughts exactly," I was anxious to get started.
She went to the door where my father was sleeping and I heard her tell him we were leaving. We headed to the truck for the beginning of the journey, and ten minutes later we were at the convenience store where I filled the tank with gas, while she got bottled juice and two cups of coffee. In short order we were pulling onto the expressway headed west.
She seemed somewhat anxious as we settled into our seats for the first leg of our trip. I noticed she kept staring out the window and avoided making eye contact. Clearly she was not at ease. Finally she turned to me and without looking me in the eye said, "About last night......"
"Don't worry about last night. I am perfectly fine with what happened."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
She breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, finally relaxed.
Two people driving cross country tends to be a bonding experience, especially driving across the vast prairie states where the scenery is so very monotonous and unchanging. This is especially true of two people who know and trust each other. I learned a great deal this first day. My father had turned into something of a recluse. He had never been socially active, but now he spent most of his time in his room, working or napping. They had never developed a network of friends so now my mother was very lonesome and unsure how to go on.
As the miles rolled on she began to talk more and more about my father. He had never been really sexual most of the time. Sex was once or twice a month, even in the early years of their marriage, and then it was only for a few minutes and only in the traditional missionary position. She believed she had missed out on so much intimacy, and felt she had been cheated on one of life's pleasures. I'm sure part of it was the age difference, but also the personality of my father.
About noon we exited the expressway long enough for a bathroom stop, fill the gas tank and drive through an Arby's for sandwiches, and drinks which we ate while driving. The sun was beginning to set when we saw signs of the Denver suburbs.
I glanced over at her and said, "I think we need to start looking for a place to stop."
It was as much a question as a statement, but she nodded her head yes. Right on cue, the sign for a chain motel appeared on the horizon and said there was a motel at the next exit. I shortly exited the expressway and pulled into the parking lot of a very nice appearing, modern motel. It was a six story building and looked fairly new, so I steered the truck into the entry way.
Mother said, "Wait here, I'll see if they have a vacancy."
With that she slid out and disappeared into the lobby. It was only a few minutes until she returned, smiling broadly.
"Got the last room, it's the deluxe one on the top floor. I started to leave when they told me the cost, so they let me have it for the regular rate. They even have a restaurant here, so we don't have to leave to find one."
I parked the truck and we began the process of separating what we needed for the night from the other luggage and in just a few minutes we were on the elevator to the top floor. A short walk down the hall, and we were in our room, which turned out to exceed all expectations. It had huge windows which gave us a view of the mountains, a couch, chairs and a king sized bed.
We settled in our room and I suggested a pizza in the room rather than going to the restaurant. I was tired and really wanted a shower. A full day's drive is no picnic, and I was ready to relax.
"Pizza is fine. I'll order while you take a shower." She smiled at me.
"You're on." I was only too ready to agree. I grabbed my shaving kit, a fresh pair of boxers and headed to the bathroom. I was in no hurry and the water felt so good I lingered before stepping out finishing up by shaving and brushing my teeth. I felt like a new man.
Heading back into the room, I saw my mother with her feet propped up finishing a piece of pizza.
"I didn't wait on you. I was hungry." She seemed apologetic.
"Not a problem, that is exactly what you should have done. The shower is all yours now."
I kicked back in just my boxer shorts with a towel around my neck and attacked the remaining pizza while she headed for the bathroom with her overnight case. She stopped at the bathroom door and looked back.
