Ray Todd - Vacation with mom

The boy was just withdrawing his limp prick from the girl's semen-drenched cunt when he saw his mother standing by the shop door, her bulbous figure trembling with rage.

"Billy!" she screamed. "What are you doing!"

Shaking with fright, he watched his mother's huge frame barging into the front area of the station. When she disappeared through the door, Billy quickly pulled up his overalls while Jill slipped into her dress.

"Where's your father?" they heard her screaming from the other room.

She had just stepped out of the station in search of her husband when she saw Jed and Linda coming out of the rest room. From Linda's limp wet hair and the exhausted expression on Jed's face, she had no doubt about what they'd been doing.

"You dirty bitch!" she screamed, swinging at Linda. "You dirty fuckin' whore!"

Ducking out of the enraged woman's way, Linda fled into the station as the big woman turned her wrath on Jed.

"Let's get the hell out of here," shouted Linda when she saw Jill standing by the car.

"Shit, yes," the teen giggled. "That woman's gonna kill somebody."

"Not me," Linda laughed, quickly backing the car out of the shop.

"You forgot to pay the bill," grinned Jill as the car sped down the road.

"I paid it," her mother smiled. "And it was damned enjoyable. That old fart's a damned good fuck."

"So's his son," giggled Jill. "He's hung like a bull."

"Oh, my God," suddenly gasped Linda. "We must be almost out of gas."

"No we're not," her daughter smiled. "I just had it filled."

"What did you use for money?"

"My cunt," she giggled.

"Gee," Linda beamed. "We've been gone for three days and haven't spent a dime."

"We've even picked up some money," Jill laughed, holding up the two ten-dollar bills.

"Where did you get that?" Linda asked.

"My hot pussy earned it," she giggled.

It was late afternoon when Linda first noticed the heavy dark clouds building up over the high mountains that loomed above them.

"Looks like we're going to have a summer shower," she mentioned to Jill as they saw a bright flash of lightning in the distance.

"That's neat," the teen smiled, "I love to drive in the rain."

The heavy clouds rapidly increased until an eerie darkness seemed to settle menacingly over the afternoon sky. There was another crash of lightning and suddenly huge drops of rain were splattering noisily on the windshield. It turned into a loud roar as the torrent of rain pounded on the roof of the car. It was falling so hard and fast that the windshield wiper couldn't clear, it away fast enough. Unable to see very well, Linda was barely crawling along the rain-swept road. With the loud crash of thunder, the mountainsides would be momentarily bathed in a lard blue-white light from the bolts of lightning.

"I'm scared," shouted Jill.

"So am I honey," her mother answered. "But we should be to Silver Flats in a few minutes."

"What's Silver Flats?" Jill asked.

"It's a town up ahead that Jed told me about," she shouted over the sound of the storm. "He said there's a nice motel there."

"Good," answered Jill. "I wanta get out of this damned storm."

Water was washing across the road like a stream as the battering rain seemed to gather intensity. Peering nervously through the rain-covered windshield, Linda guided the car around one curve after another. The sound of the storm was amplified by the echoes in the narrow canyon.

"Shouldn't we be there by now?" Jill asked after they had driven for another hour.

"We should have been there a long time ago," she admitted. "I wonder if we're on the wrong road?"

"I'm scared," whispered Jill.

"So am I," her mother agreed.

Then as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. They could hear the faint sound of thunder disappearing into the distance.

"I'm glad that's over," sighed Jill in the eerie silence that had replaced the frightening roar of the storm.

Once more able to see the rain-soaked road, Linda was able to drive faster. It was now night and the headlights clearly illuminated their way.

"Honey," Linda sighed after another hour of driving, "I'm afraid we're lost."

"Look, Mom," Jill shouted, pointing ahead. "There's a light over there."

Approaching it, they saw a paved lane that led from the road up to what appeared to be a lighted house.

"I think we'd better drive up there and find out where we are," Linda suggested, guiding the car up toward the building.

Parking in front of it, they could see it was quite a sumptuous summer home. Getting out of their car, they walked up on the broad veranda and rang the doorbell.

After a long interval it was opened by a man in his early forties wearing a silk dressing gown. There was a look of astonishment on his face when he saw Linda and her pretty young daughter standing at the door.

"Yes," he muttered, unable to grasp where these people had appeared from on this stormy night.

"Excuse us," stammered Linda. "I think we're lost."

"Come in," he smiled, suddenly captivated by the woman's eyes, smoldering out from beneath her long dark bangs. "I'm Travis Barlow."

"How do you do," she smiled, stepping into the room. "I'm Linda Turner, and this is my daughter Jill."

"What is your problem?" he asked when they were seated. "How do you get to Silver Flats?" she asked. "We've been driving for hours."

"There's a turn off about forty miles back up the road," he explained. "You must have missed it."

"Oh, thank you," she smiled, rising from her chair. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Where are you going?" he asked, staring boldly at Linda's smooth bare legs under her short skirt. "We have to get back to Silver Flats before it's too late," Jill explained, following her mother toward the door.

"But you can't," he said, standing up and walking toward them. "Why not?"

"The storm has washed the bridge out," he lied, appraising teen's cute figure. "I just heard it on the radio."

"Why don't you spend the night here?" he suggested. "Oh, no," stammered Linda. "We couldn't impose on you."

"I won't take no for an answer," he grinned, turning and walking toward the stairs. "I'll go up and tell Sylvia we have guests."

"Honey," he smiled, walking over to the bed.

"What?" she said in an irritated voice as she removed her mouth from her brother's fantastic cock.

"We have company."

"Oh, shit," she stormed. "I was just getting this idiot's prick nice and hard."

"But," he beamed, "I think they're our kind of people."

"Who are they?"

"It's a very attractive mother and daughter," he answered.

"What makes you think they're our kind of people?" she asked suspiciously, reluctant to leave her brother's throbbing dong.

"I don't know," he grinned excitedly. "But there's something about them that makes me thing they're ready for fun and games."

"Okay," she sighed, getting up from the bed and slipping into a pink, transparent negligee. "I'll go down and look them over."

"I'm sure you'll approve," he smiled. "Lance," she said, looking back at her naked brother, "I don't want you jacking off. I want your fuck to be nice and hard when I get back."

Linda and Jill could hardly believe their eyes when the voluptuous redhead walked down the stairs with her husband. Her smoothly rounded tits and big hard nipples were easily discernible through the flimsy material of her gown, as was her triangle of red pussy hair.

"Honey," he beamed to his wife, "this is Linda Turner and her daughter, Jill."

"How do you do," Sylvia smiled, her eyes hungrily taking in Linda's soft bare thighs.

"Hi, Mrs. Barlow," stammered Linda, still startled by the beautiful woman's near-nakedness in the transparent gown. "I hope we're not imposing."