Daddy gave up being a trucker to stay at home with his daughter while Mama wheeled her eighteen-wheeler back and forth across the country. After flirtation and seduction, Dolly and Daddy get together... But he throws another incestual note into the mixture. Is it hot, or not? You be the judge! For my regular loves, I think y'all are going to like this a lot ;) For those grading my paper, who knows! :D As always, emails comments welcome. xo DG
Mama spent twelve months of the year crisscrossing the country in the cab of her purple eighteen-wheeler. I came to be on one of those trips when she got knocked up in the sleeper of her big rig.
She did not remember what state. Only that he drove a tanker, younger, and as she always added, the best lay of her life.
After I was born, they ran across each other at the same truck stop. She was hauling me around papoose style and Daddy told me he knew I was his immediately. No mistake because he recognized the same polished mahogany hair in a spiked fluff on my tiny head. Then later, as if we needed back up, the same hazel eyes.
"I knew Jovana wouldn't give up trucking, so I stayed home with you, and she stayed with her real love. Trucking," he told me later.
I remember traveling with her on my summer breaks. I came back to class with fantastical descriptions of places that were exotic and peculiar to our young imaginations. They would be in awe of real Native Americans that lived on their reservations. I gave credibility to things we would only read about in our textbooks. A geyser that suddenly shot out of the earth nearly two hundred feet high. The concrete jungle of New York City. That was a tough concept for us because we lived in a small town with two, three-story buildings down a short main street.
"Ron was better to stay with you anyhow, Dolly. You know I'm a rolling stone." She would talk to me in Serbian, a language that always sounded angry. I only spoke it when I had to. Mama moved away from Serbia long ago and never went back, even so, I could meet my grandparents. She had truck driving in her heart, she lived and loved the open road. Even my name, Dolly, was after a part of an eighteen-wheeler.
I never knew her age or his, but I knew he was considerably younger than her. That he looked young made it interesting because when he would pick me up at school, they often mistook him for my brother. He was tall and muscular from demanding work. Even now our hair was still the same color with lush thick curls. Mine was halfway down my back, his neatly trimmed to keep the curls under control.
After all that, Daddy loved Mama and whenever she would be home, they would spend time in the bedroom.
We were an unconventional family, and my friends were either envious, or felt sorry for me. I thought my life was the best and always felt loved.
I had just graduated from high school with honors. A week later he came home from work and asked me to come outside.
"You're eighteen and it's time you had your own car."
"A convertible! Thank you, Daddy! I love you!" I threw my arms around him, and he laughed, hugging me tightly.
He had worked his way up in the excavating company because the owner had taken him under his wing. His office job brought more money and status within the company. He could also take more time off to go on the road with us.
As a long-distance driver, she could be gone weeks at a time. If she had a run across the country, instead of bobtailing it back, she would try to find a load to bring back which could sometimes entail a wait. I decided to take time off before I started school and flew out to meet up with Mama.
Her purple cab, sans trailer, idled a deep rumble out of the two stacks at the curb of the airport. I opened the door, tossed my bag in, and climbed up.
"Mama!" I hugged her, teary-eyed because it had been so long since I'd seen her.
"Sorry I missed your graduation, moja ljubav," she said, her Serbian accent softening. "I really tried to get back."
"I know. It's okay. I just miss having you around," I said, blinking back tears because I didn't want her to feel bad.
She sniffed. "I took some time off so we can do some shopping and eating around town. Girl stuff."
"That's great. Sounds like fun," I smiled. I really didn't care what we did, just spending time together was enough for me. "I think Daddy is going to try to fly out and ride back with us."
"Awh, he is? Damn, I'd love that. I miss him so much," she said wistfully, her black eyes softening with thoughts of him.
As though she were going to see him now, she reached up and pushed an untidy strand of her hair back into the bun. Her glossy raven hair and big black eyes at times could look like the deepest purple. In the Balkans, it was not an unusual color, but here it was rare.
She has the beautiful dark olive skin that I wished I had inherited. If she was in the sun for any amount of time her skin turned to bronze. I studied her features and it seemed like she never aged. I wondered if she had any men while she was on the road. I know she had to get hit on all the time. I know Dad had been faithful to her. I would have known if he was not.
We spent three days just hanging out together, the first time I can ever remember doing that with Mama. We were going to the airport to pick up Daddy. He was waiting on the curb, and I slipped back into the sleeper, or as I always called it, the playhouse. At eighteen, it was still a playhouse to me.
It contained a full-size bed, drop-down narrow bed, sink, small oven and cooktop, commode, and shower. I sat back there for hours and rocked the roads as I peered out the front and watched the world go by.
Daddy hopped up in the truck. Immediately they were all over each other right on the curb at baggage pickup. They kissed with the intensity of two lovers that had been apart forever. Finally, a horn blared, and they pulled away from each other. Mama's cheeks were flushed as the diesel lurched off the curb and into traffic.
We grabbed a bite to eat before she pulled into a place with an electric hook up. I called it an early night to give them time together, as alone as we could be. I suspected they would soon forget about me in the corner on the small bunk.
I closed my eyes and breathed deep and even, and I soon heard their murmurs and whispers. Then the rustle of clothing coming off, soft giggles, and stifled moans. I opened my eyes a slit. There was just enough light coming in through the tinted side window to see Daddy's white skin nearly glow in the dim light, and Mama's darker legs wrapped around him. They hushed their voices, but the smell of sex was unmistakable, their breathing getting faster and harder was loud in the small space. I watched his ass muscles clench and unclench while he drove his cock into her.
The sudden movement made me quickly close my eyes although there was no way they could see me. When I opened them again, Mama was straddling Daddy. She reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. He strained up, trying to push his cock into her, but she was in control.
Her head fell back, her long raven hair was loose and flowed down her back to her heart-shaped ass. He grunted and she shushed him but continued to tease him. His hands were on her breasts, not as large as my D cup. Even in the dim light, I could see her nipples were black and some of the largest I have ever seen.
I was eighteen and knew I should not be watching them, but I couldn't look away. I slowly moved my hand between my legs to my wet pussy and opened my thighs by increments so as not to draw attention.
Suddenly she dropped down and his cock disappeared inside her. He grunted and drove up nearly bucking her off. She rode his cock while he bucked, her breasts bouncing wildly.
I rubbed my clit at the same pace as them. I was inflamed by the hot wild sex my parents were having while I strummed my clit. We were all going to cum together.
Daddy was the first to drive up, Mama began to moan right after that, and I came with them both.
I had to recover quickly. I closed my eyes and drifted off almost immediately.
The next day Mama had to stop at a terminal to pick up a load. She expertly backed the big rig into the dock space and went to check-in. I watched out the windshield from the sleeper, Daddy was in the passenger's seat.
