My father died shortly after I graduated from high school. He was a good man who always treated Mom and me with kindness. A hard-working trucker, he was on the road most of the time. Whenever he was at home, our house was filled with laughter. Dad's trucker buddies were around a lot of the time. I was just a kid and didn't think anything of it. I didn't know that Dad liked to watch them fuck my beautiful mother.
Dad had faults that I didn't become aware of until after his death. He loved to throw money around while having a good time. He was fond of that old cliché, "You can't take it with you." Well, he must have taken it with him because he certainly didn't leave anything behind; our bank account balance was a measly twenty dollars. I guess he thought he would live forever because he had not bothered to take out a life insurance policy.
I told Mom not to worry because I would get a job and support us both. But she had too much pride for that. Dad had taught her how to drive a big rig so she decided to become a trucker. She certainly didn't look the part. She was the prettiest woman in town. When she walked down Main Street, men drooled and their envious wives whispered "Shame on the hussy." When she strutted down the street on her long legs, her big tits, unfettered by a bra, jiggled like mounds of Jello. At the barbershop, the men would rush to the window to catch a glimpse of her and then return to their seats with bulging crotches.
As I waved her good-bye on her first long-haul, I wondered what the future held for both of us. I immediately set out in search of a job, but in a small town like Centerville, there were not many available. The mill that had been the engine of our economy had gone bankrupt. Even our single supermarket did not need bag boys. If I couldn't even get a job as a lowly bag boy, what would I do? My money was going fast and I was getting desperate.
After two months on the road, Mom suddenly returned home. She was badly shaken but she would not tell me what had happened. She had certainly had a very bad experience of some kind, but she kept me in the dark. I never did find out what had happened, but, whatever it was, it certainly changed my life. I was puzzled at Mom's reaction when I told her I hadn't found a job; she seemed pleased!
A couple of days passed, and then over breakfast one morning, Mom told me about her plan. We would go into the trucking business together. She would teach me to drive a big rig and then we would travel the country as business partners. The law requires truckers to rest a minimum of six hours a day, but if a truck has two drivers, one can rest while the other drives. Theoretically, we could keep our rig rolling twenty-four hours a day. And time is money. But I saw right through Mom's plan. It was clear that she really wanted me along for protection.
Having little choice, I agreed to Mom's plan. I've always been a quick learner so it only took her a couple of weeks to teach me how to drive the truck. We set out on our first long-haul the same day I got my trucker's license. Mom's prediction that we would be successful came true. We didn't have any trouble getting loads. We specialized in hauling vegetables, a highly perishable commodity. Dispatchers always preferred to consign shipments to a truck with two drivers so they would arrive at their destinations sooner. If all else failed, Mom wouldn't hesitate to get down on her knees and give a dispatcher a blow job in exchange for a consignment. I didn't find out about that until much later, though.
But you aren't reading this to learn about the trucking business, and you are probably wishing that I would get to the sex. It happened on a run from Georgia to Chicago with a load of peaches. Somewhere in Kentucky, Mom and I stopped at a truck stop to get a hot meal, and there at the counter, Mom ran into an old friend. Red was one of those ruggedly-handsome men that women are attracted to for inexplicable reasons. I could tell by the way those two grinned at each other that they had been more than just friends at one time.
"Son, why don't you go ahead and have a nice thick steak and a big baked potato," Mom said. "I'm really not as hungry as I thought I was. Red and I are going to take a walk and talk about the good old days."
Jealousy reared its ugly head as I watched Mom and Red stroll across the parking lot. She was wearing a pair of jeans that clung to her ass like a second skin. When she wanted to get a man's attention, she swung that beautiful butt from side to side in the most seductive manner. That's how she was walking beside Red, swinging that fine ass back and forth like a street-walking whore.
I had an excellent steak with all the trimmings, but I hardly tasted it. All I could think about was my beautiful mother and her companion. Until then, I had been the only man in Mom's life. I dawdled over my dessert, and then my coffee. Every few seconds, my eyes scanned the parking lot in search of my mother. I could tell by the scowl on my waiter's face that he wanted me to leave so someone else could have my table. Feeling very unwelcome, I decided to return to the truck and take a nap. After leaving a generous tip to make up for hogging the table, I headed across the parking lot.
As I stepped up onto the running board and reached for the handle, I noticed that the light in the sleeping compartment was on. The curtain separating the front seats from the compartment had not been fully closed. I shifted my position until I could see inside. I was shocked to see Mom's beautiful blonde head bobbing on Red's cock. My worst fears had been realized!
Mom lifted her head and jacked the limp member with her hand. She jacked and sucked, jacked and sucked, but nothing she did could make it hard. She even tried rubbing her tits against it. Nothing worked. When my beautiful mother sat up, I got my first good look at her tits. They were absolutely stunning. As big as cantaloupes, they were capped with large brown nipples. My mouth watered when I saw how perfect her nips were. In spite of my jealousy, my cock began to strain against the cloth of my jeans.
Mom was very unhappy about something, and she seemed to be taking it out on her lover. Meanwhile, I kept getting harder and harder. I had to do something to alleviate the stress that my cock was under. I glanced around and saw no one, so I lowered my pants and pulled my cock up against my belly. The temptation to masturbate was so great that I couldn't resist. I stood there and stared at my mother's cans as I jacked my ten-inch cock.
